Hunger // Rynn x Vasiliy
@quiisquiliae
These were ancient lands. She’d always known that of course, but after the change, there was something different about it - it was.... brighter. The sounds were sharper, the scent of the air sweeter. And she was a part of it.
The blood that ran through her veins was...different. A little too purple, a little too warm, a little too decadent. Her skin had a subtle radiance - not enough to be suspicious, but enough to make the observant look twice. And those eyes - a slight glimmer, a hint of a glow that wasn’t easily forgotten, especially considering the rare shade of emerald that they were.
She’d grown used to it over the past 700 years, and when she’d made the deal, she’d known there’d be consequences -- but she hadn’t quite expected these consequences. The fae hadn’t exactly been forthcoming with her - they were tricksters after all. She’d promised them a lifetime of service if they’d help her escape; they’d simply neglected to mention that a lifetime for her was now indefinite.
The thrill of immortality had long since worn off, and she’d spent ample time exploring the world. It was time to return to Ireland, and perhaps settle for a bit - see where this new century took her. Her original blood line had ended generations ago, and her family estates were lost to the annals of history. Besides, she’d no intention of returning there.
But there was a somewhat remote area she’d heard of, one where the local children still whispered that the castle was haunted. It had fallen to disarray, neglected as generations of royalty and feudal lords slowly lost their wealth and influence. The world kept spinning, and the castle kept standing - ignored and feared.
A perfect option then, really, for a changeling woman to settle and invest in. And so she stood, outside the walls of the faded, but still stunning relic. Seemed easy enough to break into, especially for someone of her abilities and determination. And it wasn’t like she’d had anything to fear -- Rynn had come across every imaginable monster, and lived to tell the tale. If the fae had done anything for her, it was make her powerful enough to stand on her own.
Pulling those crimson locks into a pony tail, she drew in a breath began to scale the walls towards one of the broken windows.
