mallossel

There is no answer to why we are the way we are. We eat dinner with swords for knives and we sing laments for brothers that we drown out with blood like wine. ‘It’s nature’, he says, telling me that I was a warrior from the day I was born, that I was brought forth from my mother screaming my cries of war and my father named me something gentle in hopes of deterring that blood-bath.

With a gasp, she pulls herself free of the water. To stand under the falls behind the East Porch, water chilled by autumnal winds, was enough to clear her mind of anything.

My soldier.

-Gondolin, F.A.-

Mallossel furrows her brows and looks away from him. "I understand. But I would do what I did again if it meant you were safe."

Mallossel takes in a deep breath and then exhales as she looks upwards to the sky. "Do you see them all there, the stars? Our kind has so much love for them."

Blameless.

.Blameless

“Regret is a most powerful motivator indeed.”

“Regret for some, resolve for others. Hope for the rest.”

-Morgul Vale, T.A.-

“Mallossel, cease! That is an order from the First Autarch!” Cardanith hissed after her; she felt a hand try to grab her cloak but it fell short. The world seemed to slow down as she raised her halberd high into the area, glinting light off of the dim moon.

The beat of hooves on the ground was the pace to which she set her breathing. She whipped her head around to look behind her as the steed charged, trying to make any sense of their pursuers in the darkness. Nimroch released an anxious whinny, and the white steed took it upon himself to move with more speed.