#ch. cindra.

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@lovetold.

the illyrian male would perhaps always be a mystery to her. something she could never understand. something about him that contradicted herself, because she heard about him. the lord of bloodshed. the one that plowed through the battlefield & always came out as a victor. but as she got to know him, he wasn't at all how she imagined : and she isn't sure how to feel about it. because she is feeling. being around him, it has melted something around her heart, yet she isn't sure how to handle it. what to do about it. because it doesn't quite make sense to her. everything had been simple before cassian. there was no confussion, no fear, no longing. and now it was there, in her chest. in her veins. crawled beneath her skin & she isn't quite sure how to pry him out. if she even wants to. or if she could be content, letting him. small clench of her jaw while shifting in her seat : legs curled up beneath her and there's a slight frown tugged between brows. watch the sun barely make it above the mountains & it's like clock work when he comes outside the training area, gaze drift from sunrise and over to him instead.

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locked up for so long, keeping a view out over the training grounds her former high lord had. never could train back then, but centuries of seeing form and developments : it hadn't taken her long to pick it up. and of course, not entirely fae. something else coursing through her veins, gave her wings. now of course, ripped off for cruel selfish gain. didn't lose her powers however. could easily have everyone in this mountain reduced to ash on a bad day. perhaps here, and perhaps the magic let her in, but many had come & some no longer had the lungs to draw down air anymore.

❝   less than friendly fae, is what make up the fray.   ❞      nails click softly against the cup before putting it down on the table next to her, brow raise. dark gaze gleaming in the candle lights as she walk closer, small grin tugging at the corner of lips. knew her people would agree. if only for the bloodshed that were promised to come. ❝   and who is to say that your people . . . perhaps even yourself see someone here that has wronged you or someone you care about ? these people were banished from your courts, and now ? you want them to what ? fight for you ? stand with you ?   ❞

the dismissal is expected, the general crooking her head to the left side. calculating her words for a few moments. their lady may think of them as bloodthirsty heathens, maybe they were. she had walked right in. whatever magic had kept them safe from outsiders for centuries, it had welcomed her with open arms. like calls to likes. 

     ❝ your sanctuary welcomed me with open arms, whatever wards you have - i breached them. chances are less friendly fae will do the same. ❞     a threat lingering in her words, not from her - but from an outside world that craves chaos and power.     ❝ i came here as a courtesy, you may not want war lady. but war is coming for us all. ❞

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@heartvalor​​

the king of hybern sending five of his men after her long ago ,   cutting her wings off in the middle of the forest   &   expecting the powers from them .   like it was ever his to claim .   but he was a tricky asshole .   ink now trailed the back of her hand and around her wrist   :   a bargain struck between her and the high lord of the night court .   her wings back ,   in exchange for her army fighting in the upcoming war .   (   her and her people had mostly kept away from any conflict in prythian ,   but this one they might not be able to evade .   )   and her own hatred towards the king did rule in their favor .   shoes barely make a sound against the stone   &   she had always heard the stories about the night court .   or rather ,   a part of it .   this part .   hewn city might not be quite like her own home .   dark gaze shift around as they walk towards the room her wings would be kept .   where amren had seen them .   and she could feel the power from them long before stepping inside .   air softly exhale when cassian steps to the side and the wings are right infront of her .   

in a glass cage ,   locked away from her ,   magic had kept them just as they were when they had been upon her back .   swallow tightly before walking closer and the lock is crushed in her hand   &  thrown to the side .   the door slowly opens and reaching inside     .  .  .     she can remember the soft feel of the feathers against her fingertips .   the way they would wrap around her on cold nights .   but instead of that familiar warmth ,   it sting when she touch against feathers .   the scent of burned flesh and blistering skin when she takes a quick step back and looking down at her hand ,   there is only confusion and hurt and slow building anger seeing the damage to her hand .     ❝   i’m going to kill him .   ❞      right now ,   him could be anyone ,   but the king of hybern on fire wouldn’t be an awful view right now .

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@violenthunt : i'm surprised you're still here.

curiousity killed the cat. but she never did quite listen to the warning bells going off in the background. and she was curious about all of this. see where it might be leading. and while they were all people thrown away, her people pushed out, there was still some . . . loyalty to courts. to lost family. at least for some, there was that & for others, there was just the need for blood. the cruelty, the thrill of the kill. she certainly entertained the second category. and this war would certainly provide that if they decide to participate. dark gaze trickle up to the other, head tilt to the side. slight quirk of a smile without humor. nails drag across wooden table before hands curl as she stands, pushing chair back.     ❝   and where else would i be ? go home, miss all of this ?   ❞

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@heartvalor

never seen a place like this .   what she remembers of the place she was born ,   the moon or sun would be high above   &   warriors would train far bellow the tower she was locked into .   it is all she remembers .   swords hitting against each other .   the shouts of men .   all she ever knew and it is what her new home is aswell .   people that are exiled and banished for various reasons ,   none of them good .   violence is familiar .   standing on the balcony here however and watching the city     .  .  .     hearing children laughing and people talking ,   laughing ,   the music and dancing ,   it feels strange .   hands rest upon railing ,   but head turns as she hears the footsteps approach .   dark gaze ,   almost as dark as the nightsky above watch the other woman .     

❝   your home     .  .  .   ❞      voice is low as she looks back to the city bellow ,   lips press into a thin line .   she had just learned to fly when her wings had been taken from her   &   over the years she had searched .   found the men that did it and after some     .  .  .     persuasion ,   she found out who paid them .   found out who wanted the power only she could grant .   the very king she now was perhaps just a few weeks away from seeing .   and she didn’t have to make the final blow ,   but even the image of him dead     .  .  .     she could simply not wait to coat the ground with his and his army’s blood .     ❝   i see why you would want to protect it from hybern .   ❞

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@lovetold. sleep didn't come easy here & it was . . . odd perhaps. very few rules in the fray, but here she did know what to expect. unwritten rule that nobody were killed in their sleep, nor when hurt. a fair fight. here, she doesn't know how they operate. how things work. and she's an outsider. she doesn't belong here. legs curled up beneath her, blanket thrown over shoulders and pulled tightly together & dark gaze follow him as he sits down next to her. a moment pass, as she watch him. can't quite help herself, as if there is some pull she can't quite ignore before she can think better of it, head turning to watch the sunrise.     ❝   i guess.   ❞      eyes squint slightly, watching as the sun comes more into view, unlike the fray where it's dark most of the day, rather lit up my fire and torches. more friendly to her eyes. ❝   you're up early.   ❞

@scribare. his mornings consisted of waking up before dawn, then going to work out before anyone else were awake. that way he could guide and help lead while the others were around, but he never let himself go. instead he kept in shape, physically and mentally by sticking to his strict routines. what he doesn't expect is someone waiting - not just someone. cindra. although it isn't unwelcome. walking towards her before dropping down next to her, tucking his wings into his side. " beautiful morning, " he muses, wondering what was going on in the leader's mind. he knows they have different positions, different life stories, but he is aching to know hers. to undo the injustice she's been put through.

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just wait   —   i can do this .     ╱     @oathworn​

war is in the air .   sings to her blood   &   she is only waiting .   waiting to draw the sword attached her hip ,   waiting to pull the knives from her sleeves and cut someone down .   waiting to feel the familiar splatter of warm blood against her skin .   she is waiting     .  .  .     waiting and waiting and waiting .   living in the fray for hundreds of years ,   it became dull after a time .   there was fights there .   training to pass the time .   but this was different .   things were at stakes here .   if there was no victory ,   perhaps everything would look different when the dust settled .   perhaps her people would no longer be safe .   sits atop the wolf ,   the creature shifting beneath her   &   the low rumble from his chest ,   a promise .   ready for what comes next .   eyes shift down to him ,   head tilting to the side .   why wait   ?   they knew this was coming ,   they knew it would happen .   the king of hybern would come with his armies   &   there was no stopping him .   and if there was no stopping him ,   the whole world would change with the snap of his finger .   jon is from the other side of the wall ,   where humans live .   perhaps he think the king of hybern would understand reason .

❝   there is no stopping this .   ❞      fingers thread through the wolfs furr ,   and looking towards the people gathering   :   her people among them ,   there is a slight frown forming .   never lost someone .   everyone she had ever fought was strangers .   everyone she had killed ,   she never knew them .   and the fray had never lost anyone .   she never lost anyone .     ❝   there is only fighting him or follow him ,   and none should follow such a man .   ❞

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you really don’t have to do that, not for me .     ╱     @enternecers​

once upon a time ,   she would have pushed her off the very cliff they stand on   &   never looked back .   as a person ,   she was cold .   detached from her feelings .   detached from anything and everyone .   she was raised in one room .   locked away as a shameful proof of her mothers afair .   never knew the woman   (   knew only the high lord had killed her ,   not long after she was born .   )   picked up on some of the whispers of the maids and servants outside her door .   but it didn’t matter .   not really .   she had a different life after .   years with amren ,   where both had tried to kill each other .   coated in the others blood ,   but both refused to die .   they were both still here .   now ,   more in a friendly matter .   not quite friends .   not quite enemies .   and after the war against hybern ,   the people of the fray was less     .  .  .     hostile .   and she got her wings back .   the spell that kept her from them died the moment the king’s head fell to the ground .   big and heavy ,   they were on her back .   muscles ache   &   it sometimes throw her off balance .   dark gaze shift across the forest ,   the silence of it all ,   before she looks over to feyre .   the high lady .        

❝   i learned how to fly just here .   ❞      hint of a smile tug at lips and she looks down the cliff ,   down ,   down ,   down    :   the ground bathed in shadows where the sun could not reach .   not sure how many times she had crashed down there .   but it felt better to be around someone who was learning to use wings aswell ,   rather than ask someone that knew .   not sure her pride could survive it .     ❝   perhaps i am doing this more for me than you .   ❞      voice is low as wings shift behind her ,   wishing the other didn’t hear the confession .     ❝   i struggled mostly with simply     .  .  .     letting myself fall .   trust my wings to catch me .   ❞

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i’m not good with sarcasm   :   if you don’t like me ,   just say it .     ╱     @starsloved​

it stems from the moment there had been an intruded in the fray and she had recognized him once she had been summoned here .   the passage into the mountain is well protected by the best warriors at all times   &   warded against people even knowing it exist .   nobody unwanted should ever be able to come inside ,   nobody should have been able to see beneath and inside the mountain     .  .  .     but he had done so .   somehow .   it is early morning ,   too early for anyone to be awake .   wandered for a moment before she had been seated here ,   just looking out through the doors and over the balcony .   and at some point he had come around .   sits in the chair by the table ,   knees pressed against the table edge and she has been picking on some grapes up until that moment .   toss them on empty plate now however   &   looking over at him ,   eyes narrow .   there is people in that mountain that comes from all over prythian now .   people that were hiding and still hold a death sentance upon their heads .   her people .   fights happen ,   blood coat some of the mountain ground ,   but they are still her people .   still hers to protect .   in many ways ,   it was easier when she was alone .   not many are alive to tell the tale of the court that never was .   only rumors and myths .      

❝   i don’t like you .   ❞      smooth as silk ,   even and steady as eyes find his   &   head tilt to the side .   not sure where he wants to go with this ,   but this place is rather peaceful compared to her own home and it’s     .  .  .     unsettling in some ways .   pick a fight however ,   she is good at that .   he was in the mountain ,   he knew .   he saw .     ❝   if you were anyone else ,   i would simply have killed you the moment i saw you .   ❞

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[   SHOULDER   ]     :     sender presses a tender kiss to the receiver’s shoulder while spooning .     ╱     @starsloved  

flinched away most times .   her life started in captivity   &   any touch would mean pain followed suit .   there was never any affection behind it   :   and she quickly learned to avoid it ,   learned to hate it .   perhaps a reason why she always dress up so tightly .   high collars and gloves ,   every inch hidden and covered .   feel like she has control over who might come into touch with her ,   who she lets close enough to feel their touch .   but it all shed away with azriel .   only a thin layer of a nightgown beneath the sheets   &   she doesn’t mind the way fingertips lazily trail up and down her arm .   would stay in this moment forever .   just waking up ,   barely glimmer of sunshine that comes through the hole carved out at the top of the mountain starting to shine on the water far bellow and reflect upon the walls .   some people up and about ,   starting the day .   a perfect way to start the day ,   after she actually sleep more than just an hour or two when he is here .  stretch a bit ,   wings shifting slightly with movements   &   rare smile tug across features   :   feeling the soft kiss against shoulder .    

❝   waking up to you ,   ❞      voice is soft and still filled with sleep as she turn in his arms ,   laying more on her stomach so she can look over at him .    ❝   it is my favorite way to start the day .   ❞

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@starsloved​

and when she can see past the dark smoke ,   she stands in a circle of rocks and crystals and bones ,   coal lines made by amren so she won’t escape it .   not even by winnowing out   &   back home to the fray .   which is annoying .   cloud of dark smoke at her feet that slowly fizzle out after she appears ,   gaze a midnight blue ,   almost black slowly shift across them .   looking for strenght and weaknesses while shifting on her feet .   the high lord and high lady of the nightcourt .   morrigan and cassian .   azriel .   her eyes stop at him for a moment ,   recognizing something .   a familiar feeling from a few days ago .   felt like something was watching her   &   the realization make jaw flex and eyes narrow a bit .   amren moves and her attention shift to her ,   a grin    (   not quite friendly ,   but not one made for illwill either .   )   slowly shift features .   head tilts and silver strands of hair shift over shoulders and against black leather .

❝                     when i gave you that ,   this was not what i had mind .   ❞      there’s a slight nod of her chin towards the feather in amren’s hand   :   gleaming dark blue and deep green in the dim light .     ❝   and you     .  .  .   ❞      voice grow sharper when looking back to azriel .     ❝   i do not care for someone lurking around my home .   quite unbecoming .   ❞

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the world outside hasn't worried her for quite some time now. nothing out there that interest her and anyone that comes here, can't go back. doesn't have anything to return to. there is only here & they are well hidden away, this one finding them is odd. head tilt to the side, only a raise of single brow as she watch her for a moment. then, there's a curl of a grin forming. war. always war. her people blood thirsty and cruel, it's why they are here and not with their own court. not with their own people. soft hum as she takes a sip of her wine.     ❝   over your head .   ❞      no interest in running away, nor fight. black gaze shift up to the rocks above them, slight shrug of shoulder. ❝   not ours .   ❞

slight  amusement,  her  face  however  remains  relatively  neutral  save  for  the  faint  curl  of  the  left  corner  of  her  mouth.  the  accusation  of  a  threat  -----  that  the  general  somehow  should  pose  a  threat  to  the  silver-haired  female  is  amusing  to  her.  

@scribare   ⸺  𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 :         ❛  i’m  not  afraid  of  you.  ❜

          ❝  nor  should  you  be,  i’m  not  here  to  cause  trouble  nor  cause  you  or  your  people  harm.  ❞          shoulders  remain  squared,  a  slight  tilt  of  her  head.          ❝  i’m  here  to  warn  you  and  your  people,  war  is  looming  over  our  heads.  ❞