HEART | Geralt

HEART | Geralt

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The Witcher
AZALEA OF VENGERBERG was not normal. Scarlett and slit eyes, dark hair, rosy-pale skin and a mean attitude. She had a kindness deep within her soul, something she shared with those she deemed worthy. Her life as a Witcher was something unexpected, unruly and demanding. Yet it was exhilerating for her as she felt the wind brush over her skin when she swung her silver sword. A being, a Witcher, is what could describe Azalea the best. Often nicknamed "The Red Wolf" for two reasons. One; her vibrant ruby eyes and two; her wolf medallion. Azalea had spent the better part of her long life travelling alongside a man with white hair, golden cat's eyes and a communication barrier of sarcasm and grunts. OH! And don't forget his lovely mare, Roach. What happens when Azalea's fate is put to the test and her feelings come crashing onto her like a ton of bricks, causing her to stumble through life with a new look on things and a new purpose. Protect the White Wolf. ~ Disclaimer, i own nothing but Azalea, i encourage all to comment and vote xx
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Geralt wasn't always the father of a girl who wasn't his. He also wasn't from Rivia. He used to just be the boy I'd known a village over. The one I'd see with his mother when my father and I went to sell his crops. Even after his transformation, he was still the boy from the village I'd know all those years ago. Triss Merigold and Yennefer of Vengerberg were not the loves of his life. I was. I was the one who found him again after he survived his transformation. I was the one he came home to every night and in the winter. He smiled before Ciri and the other girls. I made him smile. I made him soft. I was the one he loved first. That all came crashing down the day I died. That's when he stopped smiling. #13 - #witcher Under revision 9/8/2024

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