Seren
Something about the voice made the skin between her shoulderblades crawl. With pity, and fear, and perhaps a little bit of awe as well. There were moments where Seren found a beauty in the terrible sound, in keening notes that touched something raw and visceral inside.
Captivated, she listened and gazed at the tower, at the glowing beacon above and the mossy, tangled snarl of vines. She thought of several options, but it was impulse that made her act. Cupping her mouth with her hands, she let off a howl of her own; attempting to match the pitch and tone of the cry, to let whoever - whatever - it was know that it was not alone.
Seren howls back at the thing, in a sort of greeting.
Captivated, she listened and gazed at the tower, at the glowing beacon above and the mossy, tangled snarl of vines. She thought of several options, but it was impulse that made her act. Cupping her mouth with her hands, she let off a howl of her own; attempting to match the pitch and tone of the cry, to let whoever - whatever - it was know that it was not alone.
Seren howls back at the thing, in a sort of greeting.
Battle born they send us
Covered in our noble blood
Covered in our noble blood
