Maeve is queen-no, was queen-of the viper shifters.
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Twenty-three year old Maeve Silverbone is the next royal in line for the serpent throne. She's relentless, a perfect tracker, and one of the top warriors in her division; essential qualities to...
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❛ Bitter are the wars between brothers. Power is the sword that splinters. ❜
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Axar sat at the edge of the river, running a hand through his hair. It was roughly two in the morning and his snake was lashing out at him every five seconds, gone mad the second it noticed the presence of someone in the forest behind him.
Hey, he snapped, coughing when he felt a hard pressure in his chest, quit it.
Find out who it was, his snake complained, trying to force him to get up from the fallen log they'd been sitting on but he didn't budge.
Whoever it was, they're gone now. Why are you so infuriated about it.?
Because whoever it was is really important. Axar didn't comprehend and his snake mentally rolled his eyes. You find them, you'll understand what I mean.
Whatever weirdo, he sighed, let's get back to training.
He stood up as his snake retracted into the folds of his mind, finally allowing some peace and quiet to take over. His hand swept up and a faint red glow emerged, a stark contrast against the darkness that surrounded them.
What if his snake was right though? About the person being really important. Then he would need to find them, regardless of his opinion on the matter; simply to ask them who they were. And why they were making his snake so...volatile.
The power sizzled in his blood, rising and falling with the rhythmic pulses of his heart. Under the moon, his snake was starting to wither away, allowing himself to be more controlled and soft, the animal not present to force its hand into his life.
It was necessary for snake shifters to release excess power buildup that happened during the day. The best times were under the high sun or the high moon, but nowadays, people weren't afraid to do it anytime. With the modern human technology creeping its way into Selinis Vasileio, the medicine was getting safer, so it wasn't as hard to treat power burnouts.
Of course, bad ones always swept in like a storm and left you like a broken music player, repeatedly coughing and crying out in pain as you burned up from the inside while modern medicine sat helpless watching you die.
