Recent content by Bridget Darkfield

Shadows caressed Briar's ears before the voice of Bridget could be heard, only heard, by the Heir Daughter of the Wood Clan. "Iron Clan are massing at our borders. The Lady Mother, Morilla, bids me to help." Although Bridget's lips did not move, her annoyance could be heard through the wisp of...

Bridget had always felt the closest to the High Mother. Ever since the night of her Revenge, she had felt a swell in power, the ability and determination to test the might and limits of what her faith was bestowing upon her. A shadowsinger, a lightning stormcaller, a master of the air and...

"And only those attuned with the High Mother are blessed with wielding the angriest of storms." She relayed to her Coven before they quickly traveled through their shadows, joining the Wood Clan's Heir Daughter's coven bordering the last of their territory, knights approaching. There was a...

"Sky Clan are strongest in a storm." Bridget turned to look at her coven, meeting each of their eyes before turning forward and starting to move. They all stepped forward in unison, moving as one unit connected with their sworn oath to the Heir Daughter. "Can anyone tell me why that is?" The...

Excitement rumbled from across the Wood Clan territory, through the hilltops and plains of the Sky Clan's territory, then heard and felt by those in the Iron Clan. Men were marching towards them. Knighted men. Bridget was swift, arriving at the border of Sky and Wood to be as close as she...

"Oh, lovely. We are to entertain some sport this time." Called the Lady Mother of the Sky Clan. Her granddaughter was beside her, the Heir Daughter. Her coven flanked the two, starting from ten paces behind. Bridget stared at the men, lined up in fear, and eyes widening with insanity as the...

Bridget loosed a sigh and crossed her arms before turning to look to her Second. "There is better manners in the woods than there is in our territory." The Heir Daughter could always be honest with Lylian. There was a kindred understanding between the two; both were deeply immersed in their...

Bridget's hands curled into fists as anger and frustration weighed heavily on her; her boots stomping slowly down the hillside as a scowl hardened her features. She ought to tell her coven to follow, yet Bridget did not want to burden them with her inner battles of dealing with the rest of the...

There was much one could glean from listening amongst the shadows. Listening in to her clan's whispered words and prayers to the High Mother had told her that they were worried of the appointment of their Heir Daughter; that they may even fear what she would do to those that serve the High...