Post by Nomine on Oct 12, 2009 18:04:17 GMT 1
Used to be that I was building friends an allies through bedding em, these days I build em through telling stories of the same.
Reckon the world never changes much in truth.
Reckon the world never changes much in truth.
My tale is of a friend, one that might still be out there fighting, or lost to the mists.
Her name was Auburn, and she was steel, in armor or without. A woman fighting for the light, fighting as she did`t know how else to live her life.
We crossed paths many times, I would call her a friend, she would call me a bastard. Both of us would be right. Reckon her steel covered fist would have tried to beat some sense into me, if she did`t know I try to do right by mine. So she decided to beat my head into a pillow instead and I returned the favor by trying to drive the breath out of her.
I could boast and say it took three days and three nights untill we both passed out, all lust well spent. The passion between us was from warriors needing it, not from lovers with sheep eyed expressions. For this she was the one my wife feared she could lose me too.
One night in Menethiel word was passed to me from her mates, Stoen, Deton and more. That she was lost in the plaguelands. Burned after death as the Dawn does it.
Steel is not lost in simple battle, it can be spent, broken, or twisted. But never lost. So I and Heartfang, the one I could trust, my life in her claws. We stalked our away across the burned earth, fighting were stealth could`t pull us through. Untill we found her scent and traces of a battle lost.
I howled then, and Heartfang brought me to safe ground.
For three months, I belived her dead, others belived her dead. But steel can`t be lost, only bent. So she was alive, battered but fighting. Found her in Nangard, sober for once, stil same, still breathing like a proper warrior.
I belive she is still out there, an if she has walked into the mist, I pitty the gods allowing such hell into their midst.
I howl for Auburn.