11-29-2021, 09:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-29-2021, 09:32 PM by Sindri. Edited 1 time in total.)
For @Chasm
The little sheild maiden's wounds were healing well, she knew. Once where was plush fur, now wrinkled and scabbed over flesh. Even that would fade, in time. Sindri had been lucky. The Saints were fitted with witch doctors and healers. Between @Dove and @Meldresi Sindri and her silvered and black daughter were faring well. Sindri knew it would not be long before she engaged in battle again.
Sindri had descended the cliffs of her home and down the slopes which would lead to the rocky beaches of their southern most borders. Directly out into the ocean rose the towering backside of the Leviathan. From her position here, she could not see any islanders scurrying around but still would think to curse any who called the watery grave their home.
She treads eastward, the mountains of her home to her right and towards the direction of the Brim she moved. Watching, waiting.
One day, Sindri would have her vengeance.
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