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The snow and steel hued pythoness manoeuvred across the territory of the newly appointed helkaer with a calm confidence, a quiet certainty. She was to meet a like minded individual, a replacement for the arrogant male she had brawled here with once before. Avversaria had met Legion twice before - once when they had brawled and she had put him in the dirt and once during the raid upon Eacarrah. What had befallen the coal and cocaine stained beast and what his reasons were for stepping down from such a prestigious position, Avversaria did not know and truthfully, she didn't care. Whatever the reasons were, they weren't enough, they would never be enough. When she had heard the whisperings of the latest addition to the Brotherhood, another woman, there had been a warm glee forming within her. Her respect for powerful women seemed to stem from somewhere inside herself, from somewhere within her very soul. Something that pulled at her, that had saved her, that had made her. Avversaria was still unsure of what it was that resided within her and she dare not utter such insanity aloud. For that is exactly what it sounded like… insanity. A total separation of her personality, a divide that splintered her from whatever it was that shadowed her.

The desert winds whipped at her, unseen lashes that pelted her hide. The silky lengths of her swarthy tendrils swirled behind her quarters and alone the gentle curve of her nape, adding an almost maniacal disposition to the woman as she surveyed the realm of this newcomer, Harlan, as she had been told her name was. Without hesitation, the iron maiden strode forwards, navigating the terrain with ease as a cavernous, gaping mouth opened in the side of a rocky wall, several overhangs carved out by the tumultuous winds of the lands this woman had chosen. Avversaria allowed a leer to dissect her features, her gilded optics ablaze within her skull as she moved into the cave, her once flailing locks falling eerily motionless against her body. Silence greeted her, but the perfume of the valkyrie remained strong, as if it were not so long ago that she herself had passed through this very corridor. Apart from the audible shiver of oxygen entering and exiting her embodiment, all that could be heard was the distant drips of moisture within the cavern. Without moving any deeper into the abyss, Avversaria finally announced herself Cooo-eeee, she drawled, her tones husky and deep, seductive almost as they left her ashen lips. Is there anyone home?


illɘgal for Avversaria to meet Harlan. After the LK Coronation, before Avvy meets Sly

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illɘgal did you want to continue this one? ❤️

[illɘgal]

A z z y yess, I actually have a reply started I just need to finish it!

[illɘgal]

A pair of predators stalked through their land despite the heat and blistering wind. Neither equine nor canine seemed to notice, however, as they gazed over the landscape in unison. Both were satiated and covered in blood, thanks to a particularly large drove of rabbits that weren't quite quick enough. There was always something so savagely satisfying about taking another life, and today was no different. They prowled Sinheim in tandem, almost leisurely as fur and tresses whipped in the wind. The wraith was unbothered by the weather. There was a specific reason why these lands called to her - the faint feeling of hostility that hung in the air. She felt at home there.

Harlan and Nine wove their way through the familiar outcroppings with ease. They had been down these paths and into the maze of tunnels countless times, and had no trouble with their exploration today. The wolf was hunting for more rabbits but the Helkaer was keeping an eye out for her sons. They had been spending their time with their own wolf pups and exploring their newfound diets. This particular spot was typically full of various rodents which usually drew the colts in. Today, however, the mare saw neither twin, to her relief.

The wraith settled to stop, looking back towards Nine as the wolf straightened with her head raised high. Harlan watched as the canine's lips pulled back in a silent signal, and her own ears swiveled back to listen. Cooo-eeee. The sound was drawn out along the breeze from the caves behind them. The Helkaer slowly turned around, magenta eyes narrowing. That certainly wasn't a sound she was familiar with. The wolf silently padded next to her as they slowly moved as one back the way they came. Nine finally let out a long, low growl that rumbled and echoed around them and the mare began to chuckle. Did they just find a better meal than those rabbits?

As the pair came around the corner, a dappled mare came into view. Harlan came to a stop, but the canine continued prowling forward a few more feet before settling into a low stance. The growling, however, continued. Are you lost? The phantom's voice was low and sickly sweet as she gazed at the other fem with hungry curiosity. You are deep inside of Helkaer lands. We are not fans of uninvited visitors. Harlan's gaze hardened and she tilted her head. Is there something I can help you with before I decide whether you should be escorted back to the border or to the prison?

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TIMELINE Summer, after meeting Thomasin [after stealing Nyko, TT are ~6 mo]
Soooooooooo sorry for the wait!! Still so excited for this meeting!