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#OC ғᴏʀ Tʜᴇ Wɪᴛᴄʜᴇʀ Vᴇʀꜱᴇ ᠅ Hɪɢʜᴇʀ Vᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ Eᴀꜱᴛᴇʀɴ Rᴇᴀʟᴍ ᴏғ Hᴀᴀᴋʟᴀɴᴅ ᠅ Mᴀᴛʀᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Tᴅᴇᴛ Tʀɪʙᴇ ᠅ Dᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ/Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᠅ Dᴀʀᴋ/Tʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ Tʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ Pʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ ᠅ Sʜɪᴘꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ Cʜᴇᴍɪꜱᴛʀʏ RT + ♡

Sneezes.

Long, deep stretch. She's up for the night. A deep breath in. A roll of her neck, her shoulders. It's been so long...

Grumble grumble.

A blizzard is on its way. Grand.

A crowd cheers. Mares milk sloshes, splashes against the worn wood of the table. Tuya.. Grins.. in her wicked way. A loud clap, hands conjoined with whitened knuckles. "Again." The leader commands. "This time.. you better not lose."

Mud wrestling. She misses it.

Ha. What's sleep?

Caring for children has to be the most difficult.

Chucks a small stone towards the reader's direction.

Perched upon a rocky edge, overlooking her.. rather swollen camp. Eyes vigilant. Searching. Protecting.

FINALLY.

Rotten eggs + Tuya = Chaos.

So many new faces. Sadly none have come to greet her.

Sorry, sorry. She's just too.. 𝘢𝘹𝘦-cited!

Giving anyone a gift like an axe is.. A random 𝘢𝘹𝘦 of kindess!

Am I becoming.. A pain in your 𝘢𝘹𝘦 now?

What? What do you mean axes aren't weapons? They're good for.. 𝘢𝘹𝘦-termination.