QUIXOTE : ̗̀➛ intro

[teef]

THE TEARS THAT I SHED ARE
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

the fallen angel was one she had come across in her time spent wandering the desert with little direction, someone she'd shared food and drink with before. her paws had her headed out to the depths of the desert again, searching out the blacksmith if only for the comfort of conversation, so neither would feel alone. though, she couldn't tell if this being ever felt alone, for the conversations were usually one-sided, and she often left feeling more confused than before she'd interacted with her. she didn't know her or the angel's past mortal life, but the angel was another living being in a place where life struggled to stay.

lifting her head as she heard kold's voice, the woman coming up on the other and gazing at the scene in front of her, imperialhymns had left her forge for the time being to take a break and kold had come across her. flicking her ears, she settled quietly to observe the situation, giving her own two sense to the conversation, "honestly, i don't think anyone knows. i've seen her in my travels", she would murmur as she looked at kold with a hint of concern. her paw seemed to be hurting her.

MEANT TO DAMN YOU TO ETERNAL HELL.
ramona lingré of the pitt. -- borzoi.

credit @/teef