ROMAN SOLDIER
she approached you with a fire in her eyes
and you swear and you swear
you were burning alive
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"the praetor has fallen!"
that much was obvious. blood spilled around her from her wounded stomach and various other scratches and scars she'd acquired in the fight. she couldn't move. everything hurt. her eyes shut and she wished she could pray - if this was her death, she wanted the gods to hear her words before she passed away - but she couldn't think straight.
"FOR ROME!" the voices of soldiers - her soldiers - grew in volume around her. her death only fueled them and besides the excruciating pain she felt pride bubble in her.
even if she died, they would win this fight.
surrounding her on all sides the battle continued. soldiers on all sides fought with swords or javelins and through her fading vision she could see the gold glint of her roman soldiers swords and shields.
she had been leading her legion into the fight, confident they would win. the battle was going wonderfully, just as she had expected. they had been having a string of victories for months due to her arising to the praetor status. she had been having the time of her life leading her soldiers to battle. she trusted them. and in turn, they trusted their praetor.
and she had failed them.
but she knew her achievements would make her name live forever.
knowing this, she allowed her eyes flutter under the weight of impending death. they closed. and she died...
...until she woke up a mere five minutes later. she scrambled up onto to her paws. "what?" a strangled gasp escaped her. how was she alive? she died but here she was, healed with no scars. the battle continued around her except...slower. like she was frozen in time and everyone was leaving her behind.
"praetor." the words boomed, ripping through her foremind and resonating throughout her body. her body went ramrod straight instinctively as though her body knew that whoever was speaking held the higher authority here. "you have fallen, and died an honorable death - a death as honorable as your father's. child of rome, your time has not yet been served."
"the gods will allow you to live..." a pause followed after. "you're welcome."
suddenly she was falling through darkness, her yells piercing the thick silence like a knife.
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romania started awake, her eyes flying wide open. her mind drifted between conscious and unconscious and during this she tried to grasp her dream. but the tendrils of them fell away from her conscious mind. disappointment seeped into her and a sigh fell past her maw. never, ever had she remembered a single dream of hers - unfortunately, this was was no different.
a part of her wished she could continue sleeping. but the early bird in her was jostling inside of her chest. the wolf rolled over onto her stomach, rising to her usual height. she shook her body, sleep fading away like a distant memory.
bright blue eyes squinted around her as awareness of where she was dawned on her; she had camped out beside one part of a tattered wall. it was broken up, here and there but she knew it was an entrance to something. the mingling scents there had an underlying sameness to them, suggesting a group of some sort lived beyond. however, she camped outside of the wall anyway.
something told her that it wasn't going to be long until someone found her. she had to get a move on before that happened.
ooc: you don't have to match my muse at all! don't feel pressured to write a long, big post
♚ makaio