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Near Whisper Beach, but where there would be some grass... >u< Can we backdate this to the 2nd?
500+
The woad warrior traveled swiftly with the Raven Spear in hand. The sun shone brightly through the break in the clouds, but such a thing was transitory. Soon its warmth fade as the clouds move in to bring darkness and cold upon the earth, weeping as if in regret. But for now the earth was dry, and the warrior was at ease. Indeed, she liked the darkness for she felt a comfort in its embrace. But the spring would bring new life, and it was a symbol of hope. She was not sure of what she hoped, but it was a reassuring sign. And briefly, she thought momentarily of the ash upon the mounting with the promise of life flickering beneath. And she thought of Ezekiel and their regular sparring meets. The two would meet again soon—tomorrow, she thought. The female took great pleasure in those meetings, more than she would have expected. But the boy was a refreshing creature, wiser already than most his age. And his love for war matched her own. There was no other choice for the female but to enjoy such a rarity.
The female, with the intent of traveling toward the lands of Inferni, paused. She turned to look at the sea in the distance as the grasses, some green and newly sprouted, wrapped themselves securely about her feet. Those waters were too far to hear, but she thought she could hear their whisper.... And she wondered why she noticed it now, for the sea was always there. But then, the tide and the incessant waves that beat upon the sandy shores whispered of time. Time. Suddenly, it occurred to the female that it was time, that her body was ready to return to that form she did love so. She set the spear into the earth as she knelt, testing the skin of her body. She had waited long enough for these wounds to heal, and the warrior thought herself ready. With a soft sigh, the white orbs were shut as she tried to remember the way in which the Change was invoked. And, with her concentrated will, the right pattern clicked and she began to Change.
It was slow, taking longer than usual perhaps because of her empty stomach. But it happened nonetheless. The wounds protested only faintly, but they were powerless now and melted away into a distant memory. Her body relaxed as it allowed the Change to occur, and the female felt a great relief. But she had not undergone this process in nearly a moon, and so, when she had regained that lupine form, she was drained of much of her energy. A soft, tranquil smile of her content graced the woad bound maw as she collapsed within the grass, laying on her side. But this exhaustion was almost breathtaking for the female, and for a moment she simply lay there, enjoying the simplicity of the world. Above, within the heavens that promptly shadowed the earth, the Raven was a distant speck.
Near Whisper Beach, but where there would be some grass... >u< Can we backdate this to the 2nd?
500+
The woad warrior traveled swiftly with the Raven Spear in hand. The sun shone brightly through the break in the clouds, but such a thing was transitory. Soon its warmth fade as the clouds move in to bring darkness and cold upon the earth, weeping as if in regret. But for now the earth was dry, and the warrior was at ease. Indeed, she liked the darkness for she felt a comfort in its embrace. But the spring would bring new life, and it was a symbol of hope. She was not sure of what she hoped, but it was a reassuring sign. And briefly, she thought momentarily of the ash upon the mounting with the promise of life flickering beneath. And she thought of Ezekiel and their regular sparring meets. The two would meet again soon—tomorrow, she thought. The female took great pleasure in those meetings, more than she would have expected. But the boy was a refreshing creature, wiser already than most his age. And his love for war matched her own. There was no other choice for the female but to enjoy such a rarity.
The female, with the intent of traveling toward the lands of Inferni, paused. She turned to look at the sea in the distance as the grasses, some green and newly sprouted, wrapped themselves securely about her feet. Those waters were too far to hear, but she thought she could hear their whisper.... And she wondered why she noticed it now, for the sea was always there. But then, the tide and the incessant waves that beat upon the sandy shores whispered of time. Time. Suddenly, it occurred to the female that it was time, that her body was ready to return to that form she did love so. She set the spear into the earth as she knelt, testing the skin of her body. She had waited long enough for these wounds to heal, and the warrior thought herself ready. With a soft sigh, the white orbs were shut as she tried to remember the way in which the Change was invoked. And, with her concentrated will, the right pattern clicked and she began to Change.
It was slow, taking longer than usual perhaps because of her empty stomach. But it happened nonetheless. The wounds protested only faintly, but they were powerless now and melted away into a distant memory. Her body relaxed as it allowed the Change to occur, and the female felt a great relief. But she had not undergone this process in nearly a moon, and so, when she had regained that lupine form, she was drained of much of her energy. A soft, tranquil smile of her content graced the woad bound maw as she collapsed within the grass, laying on her side. But this exhaustion was almost breathtaking for the female, and for a moment she simply lay there, enjoying the simplicity of the world. Above, within the heavens that promptly shadowed the earth, the Raven was a distant speck.