Well met, Quetzalcoatl. My name is Drizzt. The panther with me is Guenhwyvar, and she is my best friend.
[ Softly, he strokes Guenhwyvar's broad head, feeling the way she shifts and rumbles below his fingertips. His soulmate; without her, he'd felt so numb and pained. To think of her last moments shared alongside his cooling corpse, to think of her being lost atop Kelvin's Cairn until the end of the world — whether it had been moments after his death or centuries later, for her to have been alone was untenable. She had been the only thing he could ask Yima for, that he did not feel would usurp the natural flow of the afterlife ( the thing he feels is untouched by Oblivion, for where else could the mistress of Zenith's ranks pull the soul from, if not the place beyond their End? ).
He smiles, small and polite, at the bright woman who stands above him. The way she begins to descend the stairs, the strength of her arms and thighs — she is lethal, he can tell. ]
I wanted to introduce myself to you. I recently chose to align with Highstorm, and I overheard them discussing the presence of Meridian-aligned gods in the Beyond. More than that, I've heard a little bit about you — I thought I should come meet you for myself. After all, nobody mentioned anything about how warm your smile is.
[ As Highstorm speaks of her, she's an invader. Her kindness is nothing compared to Yima's, it's suspect, she's sly and dangerous. There's so many words spared for Quetzalcoatl, but he doesn't hear all of them reflected in the way Highstorm speaks of her "little brother". There's a toothy animosity towards Set, like he incites teeth to grin — in threat or delight, Drizzt cannot tell. ]
Would you like me to meet you halfway? I feel like stretching my legs.
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[ Softly, he strokes Guenhwyvar's broad head, feeling the way she shifts and rumbles below his fingertips. His soulmate; without her, he'd felt so numb and pained. To think of her last moments shared alongside his cooling corpse, to think of her being lost atop Kelvin's Cairn until the end of the world — whether it had been moments after his death or centuries later, for her to have been alone was untenable. She had been the only thing he could ask Yima for, that he did not feel would usurp the natural flow of the afterlife ( the thing he feels is untouched by Oblivion, for where else could the mistress of Zenith's ranks pull the soul from, if not the place beyond their End? ).
He smiles, small and polite, at the bright woman who stands above him. The way she begins to descend the stairs, the strength of her arms and thighs — she is lethal, he can tell. ]
I wanted to introduce myself to you. I recently chose to align with Highstorm, and I overheard them discussing the presence of Meridian-aligned gods in the Beyond. More than that, I've heard a little bit about you — I thought I should come meet you for myself. After all, nobody mentioned anything about how warm your smile is.
[ As Highstorm speaks of her, she's an invader. Her kindness is nothing compared to Yima's, it's suspect, she's sly and dangerous. There's so many words spared for Quetzalcoatl, but he doesn't hear all of them reflected in the way Highstorm speaks of her "little brother". There's a toothy animosity towards Set, like he incites teeth to grin — in threat or delight, Drizzt cannot tell. ]
Would you like me to meet you halfway? I feel like stretching my legs.