Heavy Lies the Crown
Resin
04-24-2022, 10:30 PM
It was strange. One moment there was nothingness and the next there was... something. It was as though life had been breathed into the dead woman's soul and suddenly she lived once more. Ah, but she didn't live, did she? She felt nothing. Nothing aside from consciousness. There was no cold nor heat. There were no smells on the air. So then why was she here? The answer would soon push through the fog. Clear as day the strapping form of Artorias cut through the mist and just like that, the world seemed to solidify. It was as though her soul knew what the purpose of this wakefulness was. As the mist dissipated, a massive, craggy mountain formed behind the ash and onyx fae. Winter claimed this land but it was a winter that battled with autumn. The world looked frigid but there was actually very little snow on the ground. In place of snow were great dunes of rotting leaves that had fallen from the many trees scattered along the mountainside. At the base of the mountain was a lake, frozen over with a very thick layer of ice. That was where the woman stood. Golden eyes, or eye, fixed upon the tri-toned boy as he moved fully into view. It seemed that Resin's soul couldn't quite decide if it wanted to be whole or if it wanted to be true to who she had been when she died. Her face distorted several times as the eye and scars appeared and disappeared. In the end, she retained her singular sulfur orb. The scars remained. The brutish she-wolf was the hardened, scarred warrioress that she'd been in life. "Artorias," the fae's rasping tones spoke simply. Dark ears shifted forward and she waited for the boy to tell her why she was here for she wouldn't have been, had he not needed her. "Speech"
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