1/14/2026, 12:24 AM
She was born of cruelty, and wore it as her birthright. This she remembers. Her teeth branding those less than her, while rose above. Anything for the Empire.
Eirwen’s deep brown eyes glance upon Gjalla’s icey face, queen like in her manner. A face, she imagines, many would swear fealty to.
“I have no Empire to serve anymore,” she replies plainly. “I could hunt others for the thrill of it- but where would that get me?”
Scarred, face marred, ear ripped. That’s all it got her. Funny how she can remember molten golden as clear as day.
Eirwen’s deep brown eyes glance upon Gjalla’s icey face, queen like in her manner. A face, she imagines, many would swear fealty to.
“I have no Empire to serve anymore,” she replies plainly. “I could hunt others for the thrill of it- but where would that get me?”
Scarred, face marred, ear ripped. That’s all it got her. Funny how she can remember molten golden as clear as day.
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