Who do you die for? - - open, Prompt.

AMUNET G.

FEMALE — FIREBRAND — [abbr=AGELESS, DEMISEXUAL PANROMANTIC, (POWERS; SHAPESHIFTING BODIES; MUTATED JAGUAR, DRAGONESS, SMOKE EGYPTIAN MAU, MUTATED WOLFDOG, EARTH ELEMENTAL, FIRE ELEMENTAL, CLAIRVOYANCE, TELEPATHY, TELEPORTATION) CRUSHING ON FENRISULFR, GODDESS OF VICTORY]HOVER FOR TAGS[/abbr]

[div style="background-color: #17202A; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 10.5px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]She often was not able to sleep and these were one of those sleepless nights, she could hear someone outside her home and Moses was coiled around her mane taking in the warmth. Amunet soon stepped out looking down at the gift and taking in a deep breath picking it up in her talons, the jaguaress would let her paw pads feel the smooth blade and she could feel herself stop breathing for a moment. She put her paw over her mouth unsure how to feel, how the design struck out to her and the gemstones, the ascent writing so well done. Victory. Even her little gifts to Fen weren't as great as this sword, she wouldn't put it up on display not in her cave anyways. She rummaged around her room certain that she had something that would hold it in place near her waist, she found a belt that was laced with gold, silver, and made of leather. She slipped it on making sure it stayed in place putting the sword into its sheath, she didn't like it. She loved it.

What was Victory without a weapon to call her own? And it was from War. How could she not love it? She would leave her home deciding to go look for Fenris, her golden wings spreading and shining under the touch of the light. She lifted herself into the air surveying the area with her pupilless gaze soon finding the familiar draconic creature though he wasn't alone. She didn't mind that at all, she landed a few feet from them with her talons clicking onto the ground and she couldn't hide the smile from her face slowly approaching the duo with her curved ears angled forward. She brushed up beside Fen dipping her head in the direction of Morgan only to murmur "Morgan." And then to the other Proxy "Monsieur Grimm." She would take a seat with her talons clicking briefly before she moved one of her paws to touch one of Fen's saying with a slow nod "I loved your gift. I will always cherish it." She then nudged him playfully "It much too pretty to be put on display." With that said, she lifted her left wing slightly to reveal the weapon now placed in its own sheath and belt.

#psychosocial.