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Minthara, my dear, shall we show this dryad how it's done?

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𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝  𝐢𝐧  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝,  𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡  𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡.  minthara  knew  fallible  leaders  before,  often  they  let  their  desires  and  fears  consume  them  before  ever  making  an  impact  on  their  people.  when  his  gaze  reaches  her  she  solemnly  returns  it.  she  watched  at  the  moment  that  he  seemed  to  become  undone—𝐢𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟,  𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲  𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐛𝐲  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭  𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.  she  would  address  it  when  he  finished.  after  the  speech,  she  watched  once  sunk  shoulders  proudly  raised,  there  was  no  doubt  amongst  them.  it  was  a  leader’s  duty  to  bring  courage  to  his  army.  she  watched  him  as  he  made  way  to  her.  she  turned  on  her  heel  as  he  passed  her  to  walk  at  his  side.  𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲  𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝  𝐚𝐬  𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬,  no  one  questioned  what  they  were,  they  knew  better  to  pry.  his  words  address  his  awkwardness,  she  hummed  in  response,  𝐛𝐲  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥  𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤  𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞. 

  ❛  that  speech.  ❜  she  began,  ❛  it  was  not  for  me,  now...  was  it?  ❜  she  said  in  a  reminding  way,  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬  𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐰𝐚𝐲  𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐢𝐦.  ❛  i  am  not  without  strength,  nor  do  i  harbor  doubt  inside  of  me.  ❜  she  halted  her  steps,  and  noticed  how  he  followed  suit  and  turned  to  her,  ❛  everything  you  do  moves  me,  𝐢  𝐝𝐨  𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐢𝐭  𝐢𝐧  𝐦𝐲  𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞  𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰   that  my  being  here  is  proof  of  my  belief  in  you.  ❜  she  took  a  step  to  him,  wary  of  the  distance  that  began  to  close.  he  held  darkness  in  his  palm,  yet  she  felt  the  heat  of  his  body  as  though  fire  had  claimed  him,  ❛  when  my  loyalty  falters,  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐢𝐬  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲,  𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐥’𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐥❜      

he  stood  tall,  proud,  as  he  spoke  strongly  to  his  grisha,  encouraging  them  for  the  battle  ahead,  mistakenly  he  glances  her  way  -  the  way  she  gazed  at  him  would  have  made  any  other  man  feel  small,  though  he  could  sense  admiration,  albeit,  a  small  amount,  he  held  onto  that  small  amount.  he  shifted  his  position,  awkwardly  cleared  his  throat  and  gave  her  a  nod.   as  the  inspiring  speech  came  to  an  end,  he  stepped  down  from  his  higher  ground  and  made  his  was  towards  her.  ❛  i  see  my  speech  did  not  move  you…  ❜  a  slight  smirk  pulling  at  his  mouth  as  he  found  himself  walking  next  to  her.  @felldrow

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ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒, 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎… ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑡.

𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰  𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐝  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐧  𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭,      𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞.  whatever  mood  had  struck  him  at  the  moment  made  him  speak  unlike  himself.  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐝𝐢𝐝  𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭—𝐚𝐭  𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐢𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.  and  to  request  to  be  held  like  a  fragile  fruit  of  all  things.

❛  you  should  know  that  i  do  not  care  for  theatrics,      𝐧𝐨𝐫  𝐝𝐨  𝐢  𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.  ❜  she  expected  these  sort  of  outbursts  from  some  of  their  other  companions,      she  believed  the  druid  to  lack  the  spontaneity  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦  𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐚𝐜𝐭  𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧  𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐚  𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭,      ❛  and  if  i  were  to  hold  you  like  delicate  pome  then  you  would  see  yourself  burst  like  ripe  fruit  does  when  crushed  in  a  palm.  ❜ 

[felldrow]

"What was I when you first knew me? Before you ever knew me? A mad woman butchering prey in the name of a god who would discard me without a thought once I was no longer of use. Bhaal, Lolth, the Absolute; they do not have followers, they only have victims, and they reward devotion with death."

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˹   𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧,   ˼    a  portrayal  of  𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐓𝚮𝚨𝐑𝚨 𝐁𝚨𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄  written by yana, inspired  by  source  material,  meta,  greek  mythology,  and  other  forms  of  consumed  media.    ˹   𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐦𝐞.    ˼ 

˹ 𝐈 ˼  profile.   ˹ 𝐈𝐈 ˼  verse.   ˹ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ˼  study.  ˹ 𝐈𝐕 ˼  prose.   ˹ 𝐕 ˼  lore.  

𝐈. be a decent human being. we are all writers just trying to enjoy some time away from the stress of reality. this is the least you can do.

𝐈𝐈. i do not do follow for follow all the time. i apologize if this offends some people. i want to keep my space as safe as i can for myself. that being said, i am more likely to follow back if you make an attempt to speak to me.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. i do not practice exclusivity with people i hardly know. however, i am much more open to mains. and when i take on mains, it will only ever be limited to three of a character. that being said, when i am writing with a certain character i do not seek out others writing that character. i also will always be respectful to my writing partner.

𝐈𝐕. i admit that i love writing ships and shippy things. however, i do not ship easily unless we are friends. also, our muses must have chemistry. sometimes that is only discoverable after writing back and forth a few times.

𝐕. everything that i create here is mine unless i have stated otherwise. please do not copy or steal anything from this blog.