I didn't come here to make friends
We were born to be suburban legends
We were born to be suburban legends
Aithne has never been to the Greatwood before.
It's nothing like Stormbreak, where green spaces are limited to what little area is allowed by the city. Nor is it like the Climb, where vegetation is sparse and shriveled. The Greatwood is a riot of autumnal reds and golds, with just as many leaves on the ground as are on the trees. The forest is anything but quiet, the sounds of animals finishing their preparations for winter echoing through the tangled boughs above and the rambling roots below. It's something new. Something different.
Aithne isn't sure what to make of it.
She roams the woods along a river apparently known as the Stone Symphony, skipping across tributaries and prowling the riverbank for no other reason than simply a vague interest in exploring. She is bundled in warmer clothing than the day really calls for, just in case she gets lost and has to spend a night outside the comfort of an inn. An oversized sweater hangs from a shoulder, revealing a second, tighter layer of clothing beneath; large hoop earrings hang from her ears, glinting from within the masses of black curls that radiate from her head, nearly hiding her horns from view. Rings glimmer from most of her fingers, and a few necklaces disappear into the depths of her sweater. She wears a pair of twin daggers at her hips - not that she needs them. Her Fyrhund shift prowls just beneath her skin, forever present and ready to be unleashed.
A rustle in the brush ahead gives the girl pause, and she sneaks behind a tree as a moose comes into view: a large, regal bull who surely has the run of the forest. On another day, he might make for a fine hunt - but not only has Aithne's bloodlust recently been satisfied, but even she is not so foolish as to take on a fully grown bull moose on her own. Not one who seems to have seen so very much of life as this one. Instead, she merely watches as it goes on its way, then steps from behind her tree to continue her meandering path down the banks of the river.
It's nothing like Stormbreak, where green spaces are limited to what little area is allowed by the city. Nor is it like the Climb, where vegetation is sparse and shriveled. The Greatwood is a riot of autumnal reds and golds, with just as many leaves on the ground as are on the trees. The forest is anything but quiet, the sounds of animals finishing their preparations for winter echoing through the tangled boughs above and the rambling roots below. It's something new. Something different.
Aithne isn't sure what to make of it.
She roams the woods along a river apparently known as the Stone Symphony, skipping across tributaries and prowling the riverbank for no other reason than simply a vague interest in exploring. She is bundled in warmer clothing than the day really calls for, just in case she gets lost and has to spend a night outside the comfort of an inn. An oversized sweater hangs from a shoulder, revealing a second, tighter layer of clothing beneath; large hoop earrings hang from her ears, glinting from within the masses of black curls that radiate from her head, nearly hiding her horns from view. Rings glimmer from most of her fingers, and a few necklaces disappear into the depths of her sweater. She wears a pair of twin daggers at her hips - not that she needs them. Her Fyrhund shift prowls just beneath her skin, forever present and ready to be unleashed.
A rustle in the brush ahead gives the girl pause, and she sneaks behind a tree as a moose comes into view: a large, regal bull who surely has the run of the forest. On another day, he might make for a fine hunt - but not only has Aithne's bloodlust recently been satisfied, but even she is not so foolish as to take on a fully grown bull moose on her own. Not one who seems to have seen so very much of life as this one. Instead, she merely watches as it goes on its way, then steps from behind her tree to continue her meandering path down the banks of the river.
When you hold me, it holds me together
And you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever
And you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever
Aithne
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
