so this is it.
09-14-2016, 09:31 AM
| She wasn't a fucking chicken. She was going to do this. Fortune favors the brave, so she would balls up and get it done. Gritting her teeth she moves to the edge of the Plains, dichromatic gaze on the late afternoon horizon. Everything was so strange. Was she even feeling anything real? This feeling of homecoming for a place that she'd never seen? This had to be it. It just... it just smelled like Adravendis. This place was so different, and yet so the same. Fortune longed for her brothers, but whatever, they were sissies. She'd left home ahead of them, and she was going to get home before them. She'd show them. Hell, maybe she'd even be at the head of the ranks before they even got here. The young woman absolutely loved to get under their skin in that manner. It was too perfect. In a voice that matched her father's, if an octave higher, she howls. Head tipped back, tail wagging. Awoo. That's it. That's what she has for them. Silhouetted gallantly against the hazy late afternoon, she waits. The border, but she wanders forward just a bit out of boredom. Just a bit. A pacing circle, and then she stops again. No guts, no glory, right? Some strange feeling wells up in her chest, one that she can't put a name to. It's a mix of homecoming and homeleaving, she is both happy and sad and... there's no name for that. There's no way to talk about that. Gallant. They'd come eventually. fortune shock & awe |