6/14/2025, 9:10 PM
Skill:—[0/5]
Sun-eater, prince, warrior... Sverke. A name of a foreign tongue she'd never heard before. Deirdre took in a silent, stuttering breath, her flanks quaking with unease.
She did not try to run. Her paws pressed into the earth, and she slowly writhed back away from the so-called sun-eater, movements diligently seamless with the fear that any sudden movement would trigger him again.
'You're quick, for one so small.' If not quick, she'd be long dead. This was not her first time being chased, nor would it be her last—yet, something about this one's demeanor felt different. It was not defense, nor was it survival—it was hubris. The look in Sverke's eyes did not speak of a competitor's desperation to chase a threat away from something treasured. There was no purpose to his actions.
'What are you?' The shadow lowered her eyes. She was a wolf—a traveller, a rogue...
She did not try to run. Her paws pressed into the earth, and she slowly writhed back away from the so-called sun-eater, movements diligently seamless with the fear that any sudden movement would trigger him again.
'You're quick, for one so small.' If not quick, she'd be long dead. This was not her first time being chased, nor would it be her last—yet, something about this one's demeanor felt different. It was not defense, nor was it survival—it was hubris. The look in Sverke's eyes did not speak of a competitor's desperation to chase a threat away from something treasured. There was no purpose to his actions.
'What are you?' The shadow lowered her eyes. She was a wolf—a traveller, a rogue...
I am nobody.Her tongue lapped over her nose, grazing the skin of her lips, movements laced with discomfort. It was not a lie; she had no home, no purpose. A living thing; nothing more, nothing less.