Post by Paladin Endymion on May 3, 2019 21:21:29 GMT -8
He had no clue as to how she did it, but somehow, Yvaine managed to prance her way over to his side without so much as a hint of instability against the ground he had been struggling to walk on. Endymion tried not to gawk at her grace, determined to keep himself composed despite the amount of unease he'd been battling for the last couple of weeks. It had been difficult to keep his tendencies to himself throughout this long, arduous and boring journey, his gut urging him to cause some kind of mischief or harm or fun to the meek little she-wolf that had been begrudgingly following him. However, he now saw a light at the end of the tunnel, or more accurately, the mountainous range of Mortiul and Ignasia as he looked up to see the grey clouds part in the distance to reveal his destination. Although Yvaine had no provision of a better path to follow to their target, Endymion could only be grateful that this journey was almost at it's end, and that he had met such an entertaining creature along the way. He had no doubt that their relationship would continue to develop once they had entered the ranks of Mortiul, as he was convinced that she would make a great friend in a pack such as that.
Endymion sucked in a breath of the crisp winter air, his lungs wincing with its frigid bite while his chest expanded with a newfound confidence. One paw in front of the other, that's all he had to manage until they reached the edge of this wasteland, and then he would challenge himself with the ascent of the Mortiul mountain range before worrying about how he would present himself and his gift to whoever greeted them at the borders.
"Well then, let's keep moving," he spoke with harsh tones as his baby blue eyes looked over his shoulder to look upon the cowering figure of Feyre. It was clear that she knew what was in store for her in Mortiul, and he was honestly surprised that she hadn't resorted to purposely getting herself killed. Perhaps she was more determined than he had thought, but it didn't matter. They would break her in Mortiul, and he would love watching her deteriorate into their perfect little slave. A wicked grin flashed across his lips as she looked in his direction, and he could've sworn he saw her blink back a few tears as she followed along.
Endymion sucked in a breath of the crisp winter air, his lungs wincing with its frigid bite while his chest expanded with a newfound confidence. One paw in front of the other, that's all he had to manage until they reached the edge of this wasteland, and then he would challenge himself with the ascent of the Mortiul mountain range before worrying about how he would present himself and his gift to whoever greeted them at the borders.
"Well then, let's keep moving," he spoke with harsh tones as his baby blue eyes looked over his shoulder to look upon the cowering figure of Feyre. It was clear that she knew what was in store for her in Mortiul, and he was honestly surprised that she hadn't resorted to purposely getting herself killed. Perhaps she was more determined than he had thought, but it didn't matter. They would break her in Mortiul, and he would love watching her deteriorate into their perfect little slave. A wicked grin flashed across his lips as she looked in his direction, and he could've sworn he saw her blink back a few tears as she followed along.
