to the cry of drums

The time had come for another raid and Andromeda is more than ready. She had spent the day oiling her leather chest piece until the black material shone and the sapphire embedded in the constellation sparkled brightly. The thorn wrappings where treated with similar care and attention before her companions helped to wrap them around her kudu horns.

For a moment, she remembers her mother and the lesson that she had given about how to make them and the lavender woman’s heart flutters with a longing to show her mother all that she has done.

Taking a deep breath, Andy grounds herself, readying for the battle ahead as her chest piece is fitted into place. Looking to her two snow leopard companions, she inclines her head toward the doorway and the trio make their way out into the Col. Fresh powder cackles under her lavender paws as she makes her way to the obelisk while Aquila circles lazily above them.

Arriving to the meeting area, she bows her head in respect to both Basilisk and Hazel before finding a seat in the clearing. Dipping her head in silent greeting to Bronze, the young woman settles herself lightly on the ground, ready to go and knock on someone’s door. An eager smile tugs at her lips as she waits to hear who their target will be.


"Andromeda Fatalis"