What do you mean? I saw him, mere weeks gone. On my tail. Chasing.
( But then, weeks are not as nothing. Blows take mere heartbeats, and could it be so simple? That man, that monster, no longer seeking her death?
Once, she had called him beloved. Born his child. Even now, her mouth wavers, trembles, and she looks first askance, then away, and the hand that clutches her heart curls in, dipping partly into the hole. Seeking that which would not beat for him, even if it rested within her body. )
If you speak truth, if he died. Then I spit on his grave. And brother Waihu will be grateful.
( ooc: just to confirm: she only knows the Beastmaster alive because this time period is now five years before the current one — but the Beastmaster remains dead c: )
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( But then, weeks are not as nothing. Blows take mere heartbeats, and could it be so simple? That man, that monster, no longer seeking her death?
Once, she had called him beloved. Born his child. Even now, her mouth wavers, trembles, and she looks first askance, then away, and the hand that clutches her heart curls in, dipping partly into the hole. Seeking that which would not beat for him, even if it rested within her body. )
If you speak truth, if he died. Then I spit on his grave. And brother Waihu will be grateful.
( ooc: just to confirm: she only knows the Beastmaster alive because this time period is now five years before the current one — but the Beastmaster remains dead c: )