IT MAY BE YOUR LAST
The warrioress left behind her home, her father, her sister, her titles . . . All for an island life with a potential suitor. Surprising;y enough to her, she had acquired two small children in her adventure. She would have thought them dead had she not seen them breathing, she felt she couldn't leave them. Her snowy owl wings carried the vicious creature with the two pups scruffs in her jaws gently, something in her pulled forward against the winds. It was warmer here than Amberbjorne. She landed gently in the shallow waters, a bright and sunny day. Her wings folded and rested on her back as she waltzed closer to the borders. She did not sit, instead she chose to stand with her head high. Her ruby eyes flickered the lands from where she stood.
She was nervous, everything in her and she had never known the feeling of love. No one had ever tried, and she never let anyone get close enough to her to do so. All she knew anymore was Amberbjorne, and that she was a murderer under all of that. Having killed the first wolf that claimed Sabertooth, before Achilles rule, was enough to make her want for the taste of blood. She was on a short fuse most of the time, and this was no exception. She had grown tired of waiting, hoping for her soulmate to come find her. Instead, she had to be the one to take the plunge and give up everything.
Her head lowered to set the pups down in the grass, before she hung her head back to call forth a member of Ranjord - Specifically her fated soulmate. When her chilling song ended, she kept her head high and stayed close to the two pups. She had no idea who's they were, or where they were from. She only knew they were alone, and she would not leave them alone. She let out a breathy sigh. No title, no ranks, no Amberbjorne, everything was up in the air.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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