Stygian-Shade

Legendary of: Coal, Volcano, Inferno Prompt: Desperado knew power when she felt it. It was like a hum on her skin. It was a song in the air that pierced her ears with it’s sound. It was a weight on her shoulders that bore down and reminded her of her status. She was a warrior, a powerful solider in the kingdom of her own. She was a member of the broken Eternal Winter Order, and she knew real power when she thought of the snow queen that this group kept chained and split. Traitors like Rannulfr, loathsome that Desperado could say, held the power. When she was greeted by those kinds of powers, she felt a smidge of envy. Perhaps that’s why when she came to be in front of the nightmare tree, it twist and rooted into a form that she found quite ugly. It bloomed bright white icy leaves, and the trunk was a dark black wood that reminded her very much of the many ice realms she travelled through. Her gaze lingered on the tree, and she waited patiently to understand why such a thing of power