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09-17-2015, 09:16 PM
The air outside feels different and had she not had the cursed blindfold covering her eyes she would see just how different the land is. But she can feel it and she can smell it. The air is cleaner, more crisp, and not tainted with the foul smell of sickness that she came to accept. It is not what she expected, especially after listening to his berserkers fighting. There was supposed to be the smell of blood. Death. "Priest..." She murmurs to the stallion who guided her from the dungeon. He is moving forward and she trails after him, her ears flicking in different directions as she hears voices. Most of them hold a reverence that she has only heard when the king and his heir were spoken to. "What's going on? Where are we?" She cannot hide the note of worry in her voice as she questions the Priest once more as she continues to trail behind him. "Everything is different." She whispers to the Priest, and she frowns. "I can feel it..." "What is this? Who are you?" Her head turns when she hears a stallion speak up, inviting the newcomers to the World's Edge. Newcomers? World's Edge? Where in god's name were they? Her shoulder bumps the Priest's flank and she stops. Her blindfolded face turns in the direction of the voice that she heard. "What is the World's Edge?" She asks. "Its not a place I know of..." Was this some kind of cruel twist of fate? "." To the ends of the earth would you follow me? There's a world that was meant for our eyes to see |
@Iscah
