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    version 22: awakening

    COTY

    LILLIANA -- Year 206

    QOTY

    "There is still something of himself - something of the Wolfbane who would always love her - that rallies against the slime. It says, 'lie in the bed you’ve made'. So he gathers the covers and tucks himself in." -- Wolfbane, written by Calcifer


    Like a moth into flame, I consecrate the pain; Ghaul, Lilliana, any
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    cold in the violence after the war
    hope is a fire to keep us warm

    Perhaps, if she had paused to consider things, it may have stayed her headlong rush into the unknown. But that would require a sense of caution she simply does not possess. So, in the wake of that tension fueled meeting, she pursues her destination with a single minded purpose, driven by barely suppressed agitation.

    Were it not for Lilli’s presence, she might have launched herself into a grueling run, pushing the bounds of even her already impressive stamina. It’s likely fortunate then, that her recklessness is tempered in such a way. Even more fortunate that she had somehow found a friend to provide sense in the face of her more dangerously impetuous instincts.

    She pushes their pace, unwilling (or perhaps more accurately, unable) to delay their course any more than necessary.The thrum of their hooves masks the silence, breath saved for exertion rather than unnecessary speech. Brazen cannot know her suspicions are correct, but the information Eurwen had given them had been more than sufficient for her to affirm them, at least in her own mind.

    Behind the mask of her armor and new sweep of curling horns, her features are stony and cold. Determined, eyes glittering with the force of her barely contained emotions. All of the reasons (and so many more) Brazen would never be a diplomat. She could not contain herself, nor did she wish to.

    When they finally arrive at the borders of the Pangean wasteland, Brazen slows her pace abruptly, bumping Lilli gently as she draws to a halt. Armored head raised, ears twitching atop her skull and nostrils flaring, she tests the air, the arid scent of sand and decay overlaying everything here. Had she only herself to answer to, she might have continued on, seeking out the one she had come here for rather than waiting. But Lilli’s presence reminds her of the irritating necessity of diplomacy.

    She debates ignoring it, but one glance at Lilli disrupts that thought. Sighing, she settles back, an agitated tip of head indicating Lilli should take point on this one.


    Brazen




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