#(henlo!

it's hard to choose between loam or siphonophore, I like the ring of both a lot , but loam is one i use more often

❛  nothing ever goes as planned or thought.  ❜ // hi hi hello there!!!

A divine sight to any other, it was, her sapphire gaze is fixated upon the warrior standing with wing spread proudly, splayed outward so their feathers may cover the breadth of the ground that they occupy. Her men are aghast, jaws in the mud beneath their boots, grip loose on their swords. To shake the conviction of one such as her, however, it would be far more of an endeavor. Just as likely, to her, was it that an angel could have been a devil fallen from grace.

"I would have to agree."

A weapon that was once her sword of state, gilded at the hilt and reforged by the magic of the goddesses, remains outward. Unwavering as its point remains as focused as its wielders eyes, at the end of her arm. An extension of herself. She herself was not formidable in size, but the shape and confidence of her self is an ever present example of why, beyond blood, she was queen.

The Bishop picks the cat up

The Sovereign was stunned for a brief moment, she had read about these adorable little creatures inside the library of her fortress, books about the land of Freljord and its eternal winter also contained information and even some visuals of this so called Poros.

But to see them at the land of Ionia that was something new and strangely surprising, so far none knew of her secret but the Sovereign held a fond towards animals, she even had a small fox like dog with yellow and white fur to keep her company in that grand lonesome fortress of hers.

A smile curved upon her purple lips at the sight of the little creature, a rare look of joy forming upon her features.

“Hello little one! Are you not a little far from home?”

The lights...

They were very familiar. Almost always were they a gesture to beckon InuYasha to follow after but this time. He wasn’t around- and the soul collectors were in Sango’s company. 

There had been an underlying feeling of disdain for the dead priestess- the way she’d directly and indirectly hurt Kagome... Sango couldn’t help but be protective of her dear friend. 

So she followed them until reaching their source.