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jewelsofasgard2015-08-09 02:13 am
pain_train) wrote in jewelsofasgard2015-08-09 02:13 am
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Who: Wrath and anyone who would like to get to know her
Where: Near and in a village on the outskirts of Asgard
When: August 9-16
What: A new arrival to Asgard, a mysterious queen...
Warnings: Probably none?
Everything is hazy, even though her vision is sharp. She can see everything perfectly fine, thank you, the dusty farm road, the town in the distance, the trees that line a stream, looking sad and withered.
She should do something about those trees. She knows that like marrow in her bones. She can fix these sorts of things.
Wrath knows that her name is Wrath, but everything else is vaguely recalled details only. Where she came from, why she's on this road, she's not entirely sure. She must have been traveling, obviously. But why? No idea. The only other certainty she has is the rose jewel hanging around her neck on a pendant. That really feels more certain than anything else.
Curious, and wanting to be positive about things, she heads toward the town, though she takes a detour to the sad trees first. The land is sick and cries out, and she wants it to be less sad. Even if it takes more than a little of her blood to do that.
Where: Near and in a village on the outskirts of Asgard
When: August 9-16
What: A new arrival to Asgard, a mysterious queen...
Warnings: Probably none?
Everything is hazy, even though her vision is sharp. She can see everything perfectly fine, thank you, the dusty farm road, the town in the distance, the trees that line a stream, looking sad and withered.
She should do something about those trees. She knows that like marrow in her bones. She can fix these sorts of things.
Wrath knows that her name is Wrath, but everything else is vaguely recalled details only. Where she came from, why she's on this road, she's not entirely sure. She must have been traveling, obviously. But why? No idea. The only other certainty she has is the rose jewel hanging around her neck on a pendant. That really feels more certain than anything else.
Curious, and wanting to be positive about things, she heads toward the town, though she takes a detour to the sad trees first. The land is sick and cries out, and she wants it to be less sad. Even if it takes more than a little of her blood to do that.