Open to all // @aethara-starters
The fae's body hits the ground with a vicious thud. A jagged and raw cavern replaces what might have once been a throat, and Crixus doesn't flinch at the wet sound as the corpses weight settled in against the dirt. "South of here," he offers little in the way of apology, this deserves none. They were warned of what was to come, and still these fae choose to flounder about as if their lives have not changed as drastically as they surely have. "There is a settlement that must be abandoned." It'd taken weeks, far longer than he'd have liked to pick up on any single track of the rebels, and perhaps it'd been discovered too late.
Though the queen had not forbidden their hunt, the little sense of urgency - of belief in the traditions and history his sister passed to the fae - had been hinderence enough. They watched on as if the Dragomir family and all those who arrived with them were the problem - or worse, a fantastical delight. He couldn't tell which felt worse. "I give it three days before it's over run."
