i've aged a year this week

Her words might have been venomous and angry, but in the face of that anger, the Warlord relaxed, just an inch. She didn’t know him, she truly didn’t. Her reason for being here had nothing to do with him and his. So long as that was true, then he could deal with the rest. Their past hadn’t come calling, not today.

As her vulture flew closer, the Warlord's eyes flicked to him, a brief surprise in them. He could almost swear… he had a memory… but no. Surely he had never seen that bird before. Marshal shifted his weight side to side on Seer’s back, his eyes only for the other bird. As for Seer, his eyes were on the pale wolf. Her anger real and felt by the stranger. She truly hated the empire. The Warlord knew he would have felt the same way, if it wasn’t for Deathbelle. His childhood friend had kept him sane, and so long as she was a part of that Empire that had raised him, he couldn’t hate it. Not really.

“... No. No sign of your mother.” a thought, a sly glance in her direction. He had to know. “No Helios, either. He died a long time ago.” He stilled his pacing. Ready for a reaction, an attack. Anything this volatile woman did at the mention of his fathers name.


"Adhara"