IT'S A LONG WAY DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE RIVER.
So the day was here. At long last, after many years wading through the stagnant freshwater and the mud born from the rains of the swamp, each meeting prior long behind her, the branches of the willows swayed in the breezes that carried her to this place. She had faced atrocities she wished not to speak of, endured hardships that broke far too many. Even faced the grim reaper head to head, and revived when Tanglewood was on the brink of collapse. Destruction. And she emerged from the depths of the swamp like she had a new purpose, to recover what she had lost in a moment's notice. Was this it? If Tanglewood was to go, to fade into the shadows of the trees one day, was it her duty to lead them to a quiet resting place where no one could ever think to touch them again? A macabre thought, imaging the loss of your own group, but shots had been taken at the rag tag group of misfits, and once that truly was all they were. Godspeed, Beck, wherever you were.
Beck, Morgan, Crow, Leroy, Aurum. Even Vigenere, though the man had awoken from his dirt sleep after all.
"You're late, Arrow." The woman said to herself, looking up at the sky. She had left her home, her children and her girlfriend to rest for a few more moments if they chose to. Her girlfriend, the fire that kept her warm and the mother of her children. The former Luminary, yes, but perhaps leading truly was never meant for Elsweyr. She was strong, yes, powerful and maternal, but this was never a position that was traditionally held by those that weren't rabid bastards. No offense to the few exceptions. A long exhale left her, feeling it in the deepest parts of her lungs, like releasing far too much stress that had been settled in her ribcage like blackened tar. Green eyes settled on the statue, the crumbling figure looked far more intimidating today than usual. A grin threatened to crawl up to her face. This was it, this was big. Shouldn't one feel worried about fucking it up? Was she so content with fate? Let it be, she supposed.
There was a very quiet rumbling of the earth, one might hear it if they were quiet enough, a small stone vibrating nearby. The plants within the soil themselves seemed to twist, pulling themselves forward. Grasses and flowers and winding green vines emerged from her place, crawling over the base of the statue by the corners, she felt something new in her bones, like the swamp itself resided there. Powers, finally?
If she was in charge now, did that mean she needed to learn some manners at long last? Nah. "TANGLEWOOD! ASSES 'ROUND THE STATUE, DOUBLETIME!" She still got it, yelling and shit. Granted, she did cough a little after all her calling, it's been a while hasn't it? She'd give them time, wouldn't want anything to be missed, eh?
// permission given by rhos just in case
So the day was here. At long last, after many years wading through the stagnant freshwater and the mud born from the rains of the swamp, each meeting prior long behind her, the branches of the willows swayed in the breezes that carried her to this place. She had faced atrocities she wished not to speak of, endured hardships that broke far too many. Even faced the grim reaper head to head, and revived when Tanglewood was on the brink of collapse. Destruction. And she emerged from the depths of the swamp like she had a new purpose, to recover what she had lost in a moment's notice. Was this it? If Tanglewood was to go, to fade into the shadows of the trees one day, was it her duty to lead them to a quiet resting place where no one could ever think to touch them again? A macabre thought, imaging the loss of your own group, but shots had been taken at the rag tag group of misfits, and once that truly was all they were. Godspeed, Beck, wherever you were.
Beck, Morgan, Crow, Leroy, Aurum. Even Vigenere, though the man had awoken from his dirt sleep after all.
"You're late, Arrow." The woman said to herself, looking up at the sky. She had left her home, her children and her girlfriend to rest for a few more moments if they chose to. Her girlfriend, the fire that kept her warm and the mother of her children. The former Luminary, yes, but perhaps leading truly was never meant for Elsweyr. She was strong, yes, powerful and maternal, but this was never a position that was traditionally held by those that weren't rabid bastards. No offense to the few exceptions. A long exhale left her, feeling it in the deepest parts of her lungs, like releasing far too much stress that had been settled in her ribcage like blackened tar. Green eyes settled on the statue, the crumbling figure looked far more intimidating today than usual. A grin threatened to crawl up to her face. This was it, this was big. Shouldn't one feel worried about fucking it up? Was she so content with fate? Let it be, she supposed.
There was a very quiet rumbling of the earth, one might hear it if they were quiet enough, a small stone vibrating nearby. The plants within the soil themselves seemed to twist, pulling themselves forward. Grasses and flowers and winding green vines emerged from her place, crawling over the base of the statue by the corners, she felt something new in her bones, like the swamp itself resided there. Powers, finally?
If she was in charge now, did that mean she needed to learn some manners at long last? Nah. "TANGLEWOOD! ASSES 'ROUND THE STATUE, DOUBLETIME!" She still got it, yelling and shit. Granted, she did cough a little after all her calling, it's been a while hasn't it? She'd give them time, wouldn't want anything to be missed, eh?
// permission given by rhos just in case