.:Sorrow:. -Color-

Raea approached the mountain ledge, paying little mind to the sound of Baldur landing just behind her instead she surveyed the snow covered area around her.

She was home. At least what remained of it.

"It's a nice night tonight..." She whispered watching the twinkling lights of the humans settlement below in the valley, a bitter cold sinking into her bones. It wasn't brought on by the bitterly frigid winter environment around her however. This was something else entirely. No this was the cold of loneliness.

Baldur remained silent letting his little mistress get lost in her thoughts as she swayed back and forth on the ledge coming very close to tumbling over a few times only pulling back half-heartedly. Worried that she might try something he slid up behind the vampire and made sure to wrap his wings around her slightly trembling form to keep her in place. She laughed. "Worried I might try and end it all?" She asked, briefly wondering what WOULD happen if she did take such a long fall. She was immortal and had the endurance of one. Would she survive? Would she heal? Or would it all end?

'I can hear your thoughts...stop thinking such silly things' Her raven murmured through their mental link, his rich voice echoing through her mind.

"I wasn't going to do it.." Her voice was barely in a whisper, wondering if she believed her own words.

For several moments they stayed together as they were. Her silent and brooding over the past and he quietly supporting his ward. After some time Raea raised her hand to Baldur's head and stroked the feathers there.
She didn't bother to hold back the tears that had been threatening to fall since she and Baldur had arrived back in her mother's territory, once filled with the silent mystique of the vampire that once lived there. Once her presence was whispered on the chilly wind that blew through the forest but now it was silent and cold, the wind hardly stirring and the trees hanging lower than she remembered, as if in mourning.

"...I miss Jul..." Raea muttered, thankful as Baldur pressed in closer to her, wrapping his wings tighter. "I miss her so much..."

Baldur remained quiet as Raea wept bitter blood tears of sorrow for the woman she knew as mother and friend.

These are my LoK OC's Raea, the girl, and Baldur the red raven with her. Again this is a picture dedication to the lovely ~Jewel-Reaver, a friend that passed on a few years ago for those that may not have seen my other post where I went into more detail. Her OC was the siress to my character. Anyways I added color and a short writing to this. Nothing much.


Uncolored version


Bless you Jul.


Raea © *AndreAla-Rae