Brynhild Ingouf (brynhild_ingouf) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2017-05-23 01:23:00 |
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Blood and gore spattered her battle leathers, and pale flesh. Carnage coated her blade and shield. Brynhild had the memories of old battles, old wars won, awakening in her muscles. Awaking in her mind. Songs of old. Battle cries, as she'd swung her sword. As she'd painted her face with her enemy's blood. When she had cleared one street of creatures she'd never even heard of, but would likely strike fear in the depths of the more innocent on the island, she climbed the face of one of the closest buildings to the giant tower. She knew tricks that would have gotten her up there sooner, but it would have felt less like a mountain claimed. Into the night her voice rang true, rang loud. Her accent gave away her Scandinavian descent. "Shadows fall and hope has fled Steel your heart, the dawn will come The night is long and the path is dark Look to the sky for one day soon The dawn will come The Shepherd’s lost and his home is far Keep to the stars, the dawn will come The night is long and the path is dark Look to the sky for one day soon The dawn will come Bare your blade and raise it high Stand your ground, the dawn will come The night is long and the path is dark Look to the sky for one day soon The dawn will come!" She had the gall to raise her blade in the direction of the Spire, with the final verse, as her pale eyes seemed to glow. As soon as the final word uttered past her lips she slammed the flat of her sword against the front of her shield. |