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history has its eyes on you - Andromedea - Dec 27 2016
Andromeda had known from her first conscious moment that she was destined for greatness. Where others lacked the verve to achieve something, she was graced with ambition and determination. And even though she was still but a pup with eyes wide in wonder of the world, her nose raised to find all the scents in the air and her blue-hued horns only tiny stubs upon her little head, the wold knew she was a knight, one forged of light and shadows.
She'd glow and all others would fade into darkness against the brightness of her light.
A faint but evident glow came from Andromeda's being. She grinned, revealing her small but already sharp canines in the process, when she saw the shadow her light cast. The light was coming from her core, that's how brightly she shone.
The very thought delighted Andromeda. She'd been graced with powers that would allow her to cast her inner light outward, so that everyone might see what holyness lay beneath her graceful appearance.
Truly, she was destined for more.
"All the words are gonna bleed from me."
This is a selfie-thread for Andromeda, but you're free to throw a character at her!
RE: history has its eyes on you - Andromedea - Dec 27 2016
Glowing as she was, Andromeda walked among the Bone Fortresses, head held high and gait slow, as if there was an audience to show off to. And even if there were only lesser Gembounds witnessing the she-wolf's glow, she'd march around proudly anyway.
Everyone should be able to witness Andromeda, whether a lesser Gembound or a greater one.
Still, eventually Andromeda's glow faded and she decided to try something else. Could she, perhaps, impose the glow of her core onto others?
Obviously, it wouldn't find much practical use - why would Andromeda want to share her heavenly light with other Gembounds - but it was a curious question demanding an answer and perhaps it could come in use to be able to illuminate objects.
They'd make great decoration for her home, so that everyone knew who resided in her Fortress.
Andromeda looked around for something befitting to share her light. Her home cavern was littered wth bones everywhere, so she soon made up her mind to find a pretty bone.
It wasn't hard to find bones - the wolf had decided to look for a skull she could wear (not the crown she wanted, but a good place to start) - but evidently harder to find ones in good shape, with no ugly large teeth or claw-marks.
Eventually, the she-wolf settled on a small skull that looked like that of a young bear; most likely a cub, since it was just about the right size to fit over Andromeda's skull. She pushed it up onto a flat stone and sat on her haunches, her blue orbs focusing on the dead cub's skull.
Slowly but surely, a faint glow encased the cub's skull. Andromeda touched it with her paw, a tentative push to the bone, but the glow did not face.
Where before the she-wolf had worn a focused frown, a grin now split her face in two and revealed her teeth once more. Proud of her abilities, the knight ducked her head and slipped under the cub's skull. It fit smoothly over her head and although it took some getting used to, wearing the skull wasn't much of a hassle - since Andromeda naturally held her head high and the skull thus fit snugly against her face.
"All the words are gonna bleed from me."
RE: history has its eyes on you - Andromedea - Dec 27 2016
With her new make-shift crown glowing to enhance her divine position, Andromeda waltzed through Canis for a moment. She walked, sprinted, made leaps and the like, to see what would make the cub's skull topple off her head. Save for the bigger leaps, Andromeda could do nearly everything without the skull threatening to fall off.
When she was done with that and the clawing of hunger started to become demanding, the knight returned to the little Bone Fortress she'd claimed for herself and shrugged her crown off.
Without the skull's weight upon her head, Andromeda marched out of her claimed home. She moved on quiet paws over the heaps and heaps of bones, spying into the dark caverns beneath, trying to spot a mice.
A brown one caught her eye, nibbling on a small fern growing through the spots left uncovered by the bones. It hat its little back to Andromeda and seemed busy munching on the fern, for it didn't notice the she-wolf approaching.
At first.
When Andromeda made the final jump to push her maw between the bones, something cracked under her paws and the mouse looked up at the source of the noise. Sadly, its realization came too late and before it could run away, Andromeda's jaws had already closed around the little mouse.
The mouse was enough to sate Andromeda's hunger for a while and afterwards, she turned her attention to the scribblings on the West Wall she'd caught a glimpse of just then.
She couldn't say what it was that was depicted there, but she wondered who'd carved it.
"All the words are gonna bleed from me."