Gunvald beats his powerful wings in the direction of Paradise Dawn. Before he left the Worth Woodsea, he spoke to them of the plans. That it was time for the Yellow Carnations to taste death once more. Unlike the many other ravens that Daemon often had around her. Gunvald was of older age. He saw much of the cruelty of man and it shaped who it was now. He himself was not particularly cruel but he was most defiantly jaded and callous. Eager to see the blood spill of those who deserve it most and the sweet taste of their corpse when it was all said and done. This made him seem brash and vulgar but really it is just that he no longer cares to sugarcoat the evil of the world. He only wants to revel in the suffering of those who deserve it.
Gunvald made it in no time to the Guild Hall. He asked the ravens that perched along the rounded rooves where he may find Revna, to which they happily pointed the way. It was his first time here and he hungrily took in the new sight of it all. Studying his new home before landing on Lumikki's window sill.
It was quite the sensation seeing her again after all that time. He had caught her as she was managing her hair, combing the knots out and carefully braiding her locks. He could practically see her magic spilling off of her. A mage of dark magic and yet she gave off such a beautiful and harrowing glow. He ruffled his feathers from his accumulation of excitement, trying to speak the words that he came here to say. But it was Lumikki who managed to break the silence first.
"Hello there love, it's the first I'm meetin ya. What brings ya to me window?" She looked over, her eyes full of vigor and warmth.
"Well....ya see...," it took him awhile to form the words. He was never like this and he never felt this before. He just could hardly contain or focus himself.
"I came because I was watching over Yellow Carnation, the village you clashed with a while back. They've been plotting to get back on you..." Gunvald explained to her all that he observed, as he did he noticed the air chilling to unbearable temperatures. Darkness would waft off her featured like smoke from a fire. Her eyes glowed and intense shade of purple and after a while she would finally speak.
“Is that so lil one? Then let us see shall we?”404_2005
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