QUIXOTE : ̗̀➛ intro

[adventure.]

IT'S TIME FOR ME TO BEGIN AGAIN.
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

turn of head at the sound of voice, six eyes locking on the rottie mix, blinking at her as it weighed her words, determining a response when another familiar face showed up and it gave a low trill of greeting, nodding at ramona's words. how long had it lived in these wastes? some years now, at the least. when had it fallen? a lifetime ago. there was no proper answer to the marauder's question, it could only give a guess, "we have been here a very long time. we do not know how long. years?", it could not give any better than that, shaking it's wings and listening to the ruffling of wings.

"the desert group trades with us.", it would murmur, thinking of her words. she had given it a title, ma'am, sounding ... feminine? was it feminine? it would accept that. it could accept that. no, she could. shaking her body out, "we are imperialhymns. we are a blacksmith.", she gestured back behind her to the forge that glowed within the cavern she called home, "if your group needs weapons, we are a good one to come to."

her speech pattern is like the royal "we/us" //

IT'S TIME TO COME BACK TO MYSELF ONCE MORE.
imperialhymns of the pitt. -- fallen angel.

credit @/teef