Put on your war paint
08-18-2022, 08:20 PM
These lands had so far been to the dames liking, perfect to pluck warriors from its ripe soils. The Phoenix had found few places she liked as much as her father's castle though, there were just certain homey touches in a place like that. There were warriors and generals always about and the walls lit with the glow of fires, it was something this land seemed to lack, or at least her travels hadn't brought those things to her as of yet.
Her companions were no longer with her, weak beings dead by the various trials and consequences of the lands she had passed, though she did have to admit some had their uses when she needed them. One such companion she had slew on her own, an old ball-less bastard her father had sent with her. She had warned him that he had worn out his welcome, that if he didn't hold his tongue he might lose it. Warnings he hadn't headed.
She smirked as she moved remembering the faces of those around as she ripped his throat from him. So many shocked, though one she remembered well, impressed and maybe smitten. Alaois of Foi he had told her when he was asked his name. The man was useful enough, a soldier and didn't question her or spit words of hate about her when he thought she wasn't listening.
Her paws touched the dark dirts as her eyes found themselves on a large dead looking tree. The sky had fallen dark and her wanderings had brought the would be conquerer to this dreary place. The sounds of the dark night were quiet and peaceful for now. She padded towards the tree deciding it a decent place to camp for the night. She set about pushing some leaves and sticks to pile in a spot a small distance from the tree. Close enough to warm her and provide light but far enough to cause no damage while she slept.
It didn't take much and she had a small fire and was laying in the crook of the tree root. The night was young but Calida was not a dumb woman, she knew better than to wander at night when she did not know the lay of these lands.
Her companions were no longer with her, weak beings dead by the various trials and consequences of the lands she had passed, though she did have to admit some had their uses when she needed them. One such companion she had slew on her own, an old ball-less bastard her father had sent with her. She had warned him that he had worn out his welcome, that if he didn't hold his tongue he might lose it. Warnings he hadn't headed.
She smirked as she moved remembering the faces of those around as she ripped his throat from him. So many shocked, though one she remembered well, impressed and maybe smitten. Alaois of Foi he had told her when he was asked his name. The man was useful enough, a soldier and didn't question her or spit words of hate about her when he thought she wasn't listening.
Her paws touched the dark dirts as her eyes found themselves on a large dead looking tree. The sky had fallen dark and her wanderings had brought the would be conquerer to this dreary place. The sounds of the dark night were quiet and peaceful for now. She padded towards the tree deciding it a decent place to camp for the night. She set about pushing some leaves and sticks to pile in a spot a small distance from the tree. Close enough to warm her and provide light but far enough to cause no damage while she slept.
It didn't take much and she had a small fire and was laying in the crook of the tree root. The night was young but Calida was not a dumb woman, she knew better than to wander at night when she did not know the lay of these lands.