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Falls

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

EVERYTHiNG BLACK


The stickiness of saltwater washes away easily from her coat, from her tangled mane. Once more, she dunks her head beneath the water, allowing it to wash over her and take away the last of the sea. Clean. Something sort of clean, sort of… whatever. It’s good enough. It’s good enough for the demon queen, at least for now. This place would, in fact, be good enough. A waiting game, all of it. Hera was playing a waiting game, planning her next move. It was all careful, calculated. It had to be.

After all, this is where she shines. Calculated, careful. Cunning is the wrong word. A greeting reaches her, though, drawing Hera from her thoughts. She tilts her head, catching the sight of a silvered mare. A glint in her eye, the demon queen offers a slight smile and nothing more. Greeting. Not quite a greeting, but close enough. Not the most social, no, but cordial. Pure elegance as she regards the stranger, that much she can be sure of. Though she wears no crown and holds no reputation here, Hera refuses to change the way she interacts with the world.

The waters are rising, her words come. Dark eyes rest for a long moment on the stranger’s face, gaze heavily lidded. Hera studies her intensely– that’s the thing. Everything she does is with grave, horrible intensity. This is no different. The silvered woman’s words wash over her like the sea, and she takes them in for a long moment. Her small, refined ears flicker backwards for a heartbeat, then pitch forward with interest. “Good.” Though her statement is brief, her tone is warm. Appreciative. Hera, you see, is the tides herself. She too will rise. She has risen.

Before she can stop herself, the demon queen takes a step forward. It’s in the direction of the stranger, her neck arched elegantly. It’s her default, her presence commanding by default. “We can rise alongside it,” and it’s clear that Hera speaks of more than just the tides. Her gaze flashes. She’s high headed, but remains in careful control of herself. Always careful.


baby you should come with me
i’ll take you to the dark side




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