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' I bare my heart for you, and you still remain dissuaded. What kind of heartless beast have you become, Sejuani? What must I do to change your mind?'

* ❅ — HELLO // unprompted

         Shoulders square, chin up and nose flared in fury, Sejuani all but scoffs at the question. A beast. Many call her such, none ever understood why she must become one and neither shall Ashe. This, Sejuani has come to accept and yet she could not deny still the slight ache in her chest. Perhaps a part of her believed Ashe would be different after all. Perhaps —– perhaps a part of her wished that Ashe would understand, and to see that she did not… OH how it leaves a pesky itch within her chest. An itch that only continued to spread the longer she stared into those piercing blue eyes locked unto her own.

          “ There is nothing to be done. ”

A sigh mixes with her words. To hide, maybe, the slow burning pain within her own heart for now she could finally see that they will never meet eye to eye. Sejuani had to become a beast for her tribe. To bring back the once proud and now dying customs of Freljord and Ashe shall never understand this. After all, so lost is she now in her wish to bring newer days unto Freljord’s land that she would even stoop so low as to offer her hand for the sake of unification. Why must Ashe resign herself into marriage? Sejuani could all but grind her teeth in anger. She could have taken lands by FORCE and POWER, not by something so foolish as a political marriage. Was WAR not the way of Freljord?

The warmonger took a deep breath in, steeling herself as she prayed for the ache in her heart to disappear.

         “ If I am a beast —– a MONSTER, then so be it. I will see to it that my vision be made true —– with or without you by my side, Ashe, our love be damned. ”

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“ i don’t know if i can love you. ”

 phrases that really hit you where it hurts   ||   @frostslayer

     She listened intently, the other’s words punctuated by the breath of howling winds, bringing an icy chill that in pairing with bitter words threatened to freeze over her very soul. Ashe ached, her heart wretching from a bloodless wound, painful yet unseen. 

     Even though it meant the challenges of clandestine meetings and secret messages, Ashe was still relieved to see Sejuani, despite having to endure the unpleasant cold and snows that shrouded their current encounter. Quickly, her relief fell into regrets as the words hung in the air, gnawing at her. She shouldn’t have come. Defensive motions pulled her hood down, further concealing her visage in the overcast light. 

     Silently, moments came and passed, motionless, woefully amiss for what to say. Reluctant, she turned to leave,  walking away, slowly, with sullen steps, boots creaking in the fresh snow.

     She hadn’t gone far before her steps came to a hesitant stop, glancing back over her shoulder, a look of longing drawn across her face. A fresh gust calling forth ashen hair to dance in the wind.

          “ I’ll pray that you might make up your mind, ” Her speech wrought with emotion, as she called back, projecting her voice that it may carry on the wind. “       Maybe then we can be free of this curse. “

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" I wonder, what do the gods think of us? A pair of beasts picking at the Freljord's corpse. "

* ❅ — might as well be a proposal. // unprompted

        “ Fools. ”

Lips curl, even if only a hint, into a lopsided smile. There was a hint of bitterness in her tone —– a look of pain in her eyes as they finally sit by the fire to fend themselves from the cold; bones weary, bodies aching, and wounds still fresh from their war. They were both wrapped in a blanket made of fur matted by the snow, both ( although it was Sejuani, mostly - for of course it was bound to be Sejuani ) refusing to see each other in the eyes.

They were not at peace still. At least Sejuani believes so. But even she and her men needed their well-earned rest, and it was at then that they begged requested for her to speak, for once, using her voice and not her flail. She had first wanted to respond to their pleas with anger, but she was not blind to not see the fear in their faces. They’ve grown so tired and fearful that even the promise of a warrior’s death, of the ceaseless pleasure that awaits them if they die in battle, could no longer soothe them.

        “ They think us fools, no doubt, ”  wood in hand, she feeds it to the fire, “ because we are… Are we not? While we fight for our lives and fend our homes, claiming lands ours when it is for everyone and no one, they drink good wine, laughing down at us. To them, we are fools, Ashe. ” 

Another wood is thrown into the fire and finally, she turned her head to look at the other, no matter how hard it may be. No matter how her chest seem to ache each time she stared into those light hues.

        “ So let us be fools no longer. Leave this throne of yours, Ashe. Come be with me instead. ”

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@arrowdeft replied to your post: yeah being angry and edgy’s good and all but i...

That ask you sent says otherwise.

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yeah being angry and edgy’s good and all but i only want a happy sej these days.

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       hello.

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The forest that once was green

Was coloured black by those killing machines.

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i mean, you could try and court me traditionally but holding a knife to my throat while kissing works too

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* ❅ — F R O S T  A R C H E R. 

          “    foolish warmonger  you’ll kill your people & yourself .  “   Ashe’s responds in frustration , even removing her hands from her sides , now balled in fists as vibrant icy hues glare deep into the winter wrath’s back .  “   You’d rather have your people S T A R V E   than join together .  “     

lives ,  its all about the sake of her people even those that did not want to join with her  &  that had been okay ,  she only wishes for them all to live in a unification .   “   why do you oppose unification !  “  finally she yells out , the wind whipping past ivory tresses as she grits her teeth ,  just why ?  why is it like this ? Why is Sejuani like this ? 

several steps are gained as she advances but never moves too close ,  the frost archer was no fool to get into the other’s range -   that flail & war boar of hers were no easy means of dealing with  &  if   Ashe had to flee for safety then she would .  ( or accept her fate .  )  

        “ Because us Freljordians are born WARRIORS ! ” A swift turn of her heel, boots of fur and steel further digging into the snow, Sejuani faced Ashe once more. Head held high, as though she held not only her own pride but also her tribe’s. She brings her hand to Bristle’s back. A silent command for her steed and beast to return to where it rests, and soon it begins to walk, leaving them all but alone in the frost. “ And perhaps you cannot understand this, but to us, Ashe, to us who grew rooted true to our traditions, we would rather die fighting for what we believe in than kneel just to feed our mouths. ”

She could feel her own fingernails digging into the skin of her palm, fists tightening more the longer she gazes into those icy-blue irises. They could almost drown her. Fool her into believing the frost archer’s words ----- that peace could be attained without the need for bloodshed. That unification is the answer to all their problems. Alas, she was no fool. She cannot be. If not for herself, then for her people.

        “ If you refuse to believe me then come. ” Feet moving to the side, she gestures towards where her camp stood, a confident smile now tugging from the corner of her lips. “ Talk to my people. See if they’ll trust your words. And if any are hypnotized at your promise of food and peace, then you can bring them with you. ”

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Me trying to make more sense of F.reljord’s traditions and customs to Ten

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Come with all your shame, come with your swollen heart, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you.

Warsan Shire

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* ❅ — F R O S T  A R C H E R.

                She had been trained in her words , trained by none other than herself .  in a land where fights   /   war clash almost ever other minute she had to make an example & remind the people of Avarosa  -  to remind people that uniting underneath one banner , one person , one freljord would be the key to ending starvation & unnecessary violence. 

                 “   Allegiances between our clans are just as welcoming ,  being aligned with one another will still create ourselves underneath one Freljord .  “    Though ,  as Sejuani continued to speak Ashe wondered if what she sensed had been complete bitterness  /  annoyance .   “   There was no other option for unification ,  they would not accept our offer -  in desperate times , a leader must make the decision so her people wont starve , so her people will be strong .   “    

                Ashe responds , her thoughts & visage still as calm / collected as before , though she sense the wrath vibrating from the woman’s powerful form.  “   What happened to you ,  Sejuani ? “ 

            “ You know your dream of unification is impossible. Such a thing is not for Freljord, where hundreds of tribes are littered, many of whom wish to fight for themselves, to fight for a part of the realm they may call theirs and theirs only. They may be small but their resolve is unbreakable, just as mine and Winter’s Claw. Wake up, Ashe. I believe that will do you and yours better than this ridiculous act of y----- ” Such terrifying power words can have, when used right, and all at once the fury, all the anger and rage were all but blown away from her features, replaced instead with that of utter surprise.

Just what happened to her, indeed. Hardened even when she was all still too young. Molded into a warrior. A leader. By no one but herself and the people she loved. Turning so her back now faced Ashe, Sejuani slackened her shoulders, finally. 

          “ Leave, Warmother of Avarosa. Winter’s Claw refuses your invitation, for we would rather starve to our deaths and die in war than feed ourselves with food from the weak and hide behind a banner that is not ours. ”

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&&.  we  BOW  to  no - one !

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Your eyes says it all  Your eyes has lost its innocence  Your eyes have witness death                                                                   The madness in this world                                                                   The hatred in humanity’s heart

It’s no wonder you don’t care, you poor, poor thing