bloodstained piano keys

Massive paws would strike the ice locked terrain with no care for silence, though her ability to vanish was not to be disregarded. The banished princess was off in search of a faraway home where she could wait for her family to come crawling back, on their knees and begging for her to aid them once more. She wouldn't go easily, of course, she would make them beg and plead and sob like whelps for what they did. Try and tie her to a man? As if. Banish her for refusing? Fuck them. Her cornflower blue pools scanned over the snow bound landscape, wondering if this place would be somehow suitable. The snow she could handle, she'd lived in a place much worse than this. Her thick golden derma would protect her quite well, and the strange monument that was rearing up ahead as she strode forward. Broad shoulders and hips bore an impressive musculature, and long legs were beginning to strain under the pressure of carrying her bulk across such a vast distance as she had travelled with little rest. Tall audits were shoved forward, attentive for any sounds. This was a strange land, one never knew what awaited them where they had never been before.
It seemed like a barren place, and as she approached the rust covered flanks of the structure, she noticed something familiar about it. It was once a human creation, it seemed. She had seen many a broken wood vessel like this, but none made of metal. Metal was a rarity at home, used only for those worthy of armor plates or jewelry. A coal black nose leaned closer to get a better view, and the rust proved to be quite thick. An old ship then. With a satisfied grunt the giantess lumbered on, her long banner swinging behind her and her powerful crown between broad shoulders. Her gaze swept indifferently over the landscape ahead, seeing nothing interesting. There were no landmarks in the distance that made her want to continue onward, so she looked upward to the deck of the massive vessel beside her. An opening above, definitely big enough to welcome her, and though rusty, the ship looked sturdy enough to support her from this angle. So, steel cords of muscle would bunch in her legs, and she would leap upwards and onto the deck.
Warped wood planks greeted her travel worn paw pads, splinters trying their damnedest to pierce through the flesh that might as well be made of stone. She had walked over much worse than this, it was no challenge to her might. A long huff of breath shuddered through her chest, and slowly her powerful haunches would be lowered to the floor beneath her. She was tired, it seemed. The edges of her conscience were blurry and weary, but she was not quite ready to rest yet. The gods had brought her here for a reason, and maybe she could find out why soon. The sun was beginning to kiss the horizon, bidding it farewell so that the moon may have her chance to reign over the sky. Skoll was coming to herd it to the west soon, the skies would be protected. Then, she would feel safe enough to sleep, with the deity watching over the lands. For now, she would watch the skies and wait for something to prove why the gods had led her to this place.

"Speech"
'thoughts'