Memory Come When Memory's Old

Barren broken landscape stretched out before the wraith as her emerald eyes pierced through the veil of her own thoughts. Tension still rolled down her shoulders as she moved with the confident grace of a battle hardened goddess. She sought battle, she sought prey, and she sought something she could not name and feared to name and it beat within her breast like a second heart.


She slowed carefully to a stop suddenly aware that she was not alone. But as to what creature lingered so near she was uncertain. The air was calm, no breeze to carry scent and her nostrils flared. The sun was setting across from her, it's fading orange light seeming to glow with a vibrant fever in the heated haze of spring that was swiftly turning into summer. She growled lightly. D?gmar was a beast of ice and snow, a creature born to the chill bosom of winter. She did not look forward to this change in seasons.


"Speech"