→ Gwynhelm, firstborn of Gwyn: The Frost Queen and the Warlord of Sunlight
Heavy bootfalls crunched into the snow, the figure on golden bird-sybolized armor sticking out like a sore thumb in the savage, yet beautiful landscape around him. A cool breeze blew in from the north, bringing a little flurry of snow every once in awhile. Gwynhelm didn’t mind, for the sun still…
The Frost Archer was hearing things of a strange armored being, how he seemingly fell from the sky. It seemed a few were filled with worry or fear from such a sight, Ashe however was already on her way to see if all these comments are true. The snow fell quietly, flakes attatched themselves to her sleek ebony tunic and hood, her pale skin shimmered from the flakes of ice embeded within her cold flesh. The very ice that surrounded them ran through her strong veins. The literal princess was an entity of frost, slowing all and freezing all in her way..with reason of course. Soon glowing azure eyes spotted a figure from almost a mile away, she began to walk quickly towards the figure. Her frost covered hands clenching her bow of ice if he would be hostile towards the archer.
“Halt. Who might you be? I have heard around my town and people about a strange figure, it is with no doubt you are it. Why are you in my icy wonderland?”
The Warlord was so lost in thought, he nearly missed the approaching figure, and her greeting words.
As it was, a cloud previously obscuring the sun passed over, and the heavenly body’s rays glinted off his armored helmet, specifically, the visor, bringing him out from though and back to reality once more. The sun never seemed to fail him.
He turned his regal head to look down upon the woman. Gwnyhelm had previously neglected to reshape his physical size. As it was, he stood as tall as the weathered evergreens planted in the terrain, much taller than the human before him. His hawk-like eyes took ever inch of her in, they rarely did otherwise.
“Hail, lady Archer.” He responded, taking a round step to bring his figure to fully face her. “I am Gwynhelm, Warlord of the Sun, and Firstborn of Gwyn. Pardon the full introduction, I find myself forgetful of human customs.” His words flowed like honey, if honey was slightly rugged and held the hint of unintentional authority. He held up one hand to the woman.
“A moment, please.”
He then turned his eyes skyward, to the blazing sun overhead. And closing his eyes, he was engulfed in holy flame. But he did not burn, instead the flame flowed around him, and by his own will he was reshaped.
When the flames faded, he still stood. Now, however, he was not quite as large as before. The woman with the bow, however, still was only slightly taller than his shoulder, and completely dwarfed by the greatsword across his back.
“Ah, here we are. Apologies, but I foresaw you may find it more comfortable to converse this way.” he said. putting a fist to his chest, nodded to her politely.
“As for my presence, truth be told I am out for a stroll. I find my mind more at ease when I partake in one. Pray tell though, where is this town you speak of? I had not seen one before. And also, what is the name of this land I find myself in?”
Ashe gazed upon the giant being, she wasn’t intimidated. If this massive man was hostile things could grow hazardous quickly. The Frost Archer pondered until hearing him speak, it was loud and seemed to have a ounce of different tongue. With a firm nod she watched this process with caution only to stare at the man contently, it was much easier to speak with someone her size.
“Many thanks, you are in Freljord. My beloved icy home, many wandering souls linger into my land and die instantly due to the harsh cold and howling winds.”
Her voice was sharp and ice like when speaking towards this unkown soul. The princess should at least introduce herself, with a deep inhale she bowed her head.
“I am Ashe , The Frost Archer and one of three princesses of The Freljord. You are lucky you ended up in my territory, the other two are hostile wenches.”
It was obvious that from her sudden harsh voice that all three princesses hated each other. Ashe used to be a Queen until the institute began to pull its pitiful strings, oh how she loathed them.
“There are many dangers here, why would one come to a land of ice and very little sun?”
Her milky white flesh shimmered from the ice flaked embeded within her skin, most of her face was still hidden underneath her hood. Two glowing blue optics could be seen as she straightened her posture, crossing her long arms underneath her bust.
me on my way out of finals
lol this would scare the literal shit out of me