don't worry mother,
your daughter is a soldier
There’s nothing but excitement and happiness at the opportunities that fills the Harpy. Gone are the sorrows, gone are the feelings of being weak – held at bay for the view ahead, for the mountains and blistering winds that flit through her feathers. She absolutely could cry, but she’s strong, she has her family (most of it anyway) and settles in her mind easily. A pulse of affection, excitement, pride, accompanying the giddiness that Deimos likely feels.
Black and white wings mesh well with the snowy landscape, only broken apart by the crimson that covered her eyes. And she feels the winter winds along her wings, cold convergences that she can glide upon with ease. But she remains close to Deimos, close to Amalia in her excitement, slipping away to dart further ahead before pulling back to join the ragtag team of predators as her family.
Mountains.
There’s an ocean of sorts ahead, a sea, cold and icy that tempts her own icy gaze – it’s like it reflects the exact color. And she suddenly feels so close to herself she doesn’t know where to go. Deimos’ question through the bond earns a pulse of her excitement, her anticipation and curiosity. Always.
Black and white wings mesh well with the snowy landscape, only broken apart by the crimson that covered her eyes. And she feels the winter winds along her wings, cold convergences that she can glide upon with ease. But she remains close to Deimos, close to Amalia in her excitement, slipping away to dart further ahead before pulling back to join the ragtag team of predators as her family.
Mountains.
There’s an ocean of sorts ahead, a sea, cold and icy that tempts her own icy gaze – it’s like it reflects the exact color. And she suddenly feels so close to herself she doesn’t know where to go. Deimos’ question through the bond earns a pulse of her excitement, her anticipation and curiosity. Always.
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
