— ωяαιтн

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

[— ωяαιтн @secrets0ngbird]

𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡.

[— ωяαιтн @secrets0ngbird]

ooc: need to get back on here 😭

[— ωяαιтн @secrets0ngbird]

The stories of what the humans thought of her kind played like a twisted melody in her mind. She had worked hard to remain hidden, blending into the shadows of a world that was not her own.

Now, with angry shouts rising behind her, she sprinted down the dimly lit street.

[— ωяαιтн @secrets0ngbird]

Isolde pulled her hand away from his grasp. Ignoring the surge of embarrassment and anger from getting caught, she turned on her heel and rushed out of the brothel, the warmth of the room replaced by the brisk night air.

[Sir Duncan @PlayingGod24]

He didn’t like the fact that someone was trying to steal from him, when he didn’t bother a single soul. But the male knew that it was a dog eat dog world out here, where even girls like this had to take things that didn’t belong to them. “This belonged to my mother-

[— ωяαιтн @secrets0ngbird]

The atmosphere shifted instantly. Their laughter turned to jeers, and the drunken camaraderie morphed into malicious intent.

“Look at the fae!”

Panic surged through her, and she darted through the throng.

[— ωяαιтн @secrets0ngbird]

Her thoughts became a singular focus, the bracelet would be hers. Heart pounding, she deftly reached out, fingers grazing the cool metal, when a sudden presence surged from behind. A firm grip seized her wrist.

[— ωяαιтн @secrets0ngbird]

In the dimly lit hall of the brothel, the air was thick with the scent of spiced mead and the murmurs of clandestine conversations. Flickering candles cast wavering shadows upon the rough-hewn walls, where laughter mingled with the strains of a distant lute.

[— ωяαιтн @secrets0ngbird]

She noted a gleaming bracelet encircling his wrist, crafted with exquisite artistry, its allure irresistible to her thieving heart. She was skilled with a light hand, accustomed to the art of subtlety in the shadows.

Her footsteps were as silent as winter's breath upon the grass

[— ωяαιтн @secrets0ngbird]

walking through the forest

[Sir Duncan @PlayingGod24]

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𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞 𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢

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[— ωяαιтн @secrets0ngbird]

It was the same instinct that had saved her years ago when her clan fell.

Slowly, she drew her dagger from its sheath, its cold steel glinting in the waning sunlight. Isolde peered over her shoulder, the feeling of being watched intensifying.

[— ωяαιтн @secrets0ngbird]

Isolde stepped cautiously onto the boat, the wood creaked beneath her weight as she scanned the small space.

Inside, treasures lay scattered, gleaming coins, a beautifully etched dagger, and a few personal items that spoke of their former owners' lives.

[𝐓͟𝐡͟𝐞͟ ͟𝓥͟𝐚͟𝐥͟𝐤͟𝐲͟𝐫͟𝐢͟𝐞͟ @TheCIanMother]

freyja has been on a journey, alone & at the mercy of her gods during her test.

perhaps this is another one, seeing a stranger approaching her boat. she watches, at first. in a distance.

the spoils of her ‘raid’ against bandits and any that dared to challenge her still on—

[— ωяαιтн @secrets0ngbird]

She reached out, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface of a pendant, its intricate design catching the fading light.

As she lifted it, an inexplicable sense of unease washed over her, goosebumps running down her spine.

[— ωяαιтн @secrets0ngbird]

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⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 for a written starter
𝐫𝐭 to spread the word
𝐝𝐦 to plot

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[— ωяαιтн @secrets0ngbird]

Just beyond her reach lay the rewards of another's carelessness, and the urge to claim them for herself grew stronger.

Isolde glanced around, ensuring no one was watching. With one last look over her shoulder, she slid forward, intent on reaching the boat.

[— ωяαιтн @secrets0ngbird]

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⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨ @TheCIanMother

Isolde crouched by the edge of the icy river, her breath misting in the crisp air as she watched the small boat nestled against the shore.

Its weathered hull bobbed gently on the water, painted in deep hues of blue and green.

[— ωяαιтн @secrets0ngbird]

Sunlight glinted off the oars stacked inside, and she could make out the glimmer of metal beneath the seat, a sword, perhaps, or a hidden treasure left behind.

The boat seemed abandoned, a forgotten relic of someone else's journey.