3/1/2025, 4:07 PM
Skill: N/A
Note: At this date, Cvetka had just landed in Mythris and is still gravely injured.
Cvetka was no more than a rotting corpse within a den of nameless faces.
Her limb throbbed. Still mangled, swollen, burning with pain. What was she to do, now? Once every while, her lips would purse, and she would whine out softly, in some inutile attempt to seek asylum with the spirits who would hear her calls.
Yet, no one would answer her prayers.
4 days being naught but inert. Her body ached from the lack of use. Her stomach felt hollow. Like a bear emerging from hibernation, she rose from the ground, slowly emerging with hobbled steps from the den.
Upon a sun-kissed rock laid a man. With the form of a god, and the silken golden coat as though he'd been forged with sunlight himself.
Her blue eyes squinted, jaws only slightly ajar. She limped forward and her nostrils twitched.
Who was this beautiful man? Resting with the aureate rays cast over his broad frame—could he be the angel that she'd so desperately called for?
Another quiet whimper rumbled in her throat. Her steps were faltered, yet that did nothing to deter her approach towards the ethereal form before her.
Her limb throbbed. Still mangled, swollen, burning with pain. What was she to do, now? Once every while, her lips would purse, and she would whine out softly, in some inutile attempt to seek asylum with the spirits who would hear her calls.
Yet, no one would answer her prayers.
4 days being naught but inert. Her body ached from the lack of use. Her stomach felt hollow. Like a bear emerging from hibernation, she rose from the ground, slowly emerging with hobbled steps from the den.
Upon a sun-kissed rock laid a man. With the form of a god, and the silken golden coat as though he'd been forged with sunlight himself.
Her blue eyes squinted, jaws only slightly ajar. She limped forward and her nostrils twitched.
Who was this beautiful man? Resting with the aureate rays cast over his broad frame—could he be the angel that she'd so desperately called for?
Another quiet whimper rumbled in her throat. Her steps were faltered, yet that did nothing to deter her approach towards the ethereal form before her.
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All events involving Cvetka occur on a strictly organic basis unless discussed OOC and mutually agreed upon.
