EchoMirage's Profile

Should you wish to pluck a rose, or to caress it, beware its thorns, its dangerous beauty.

They are the menace of the borderlands, travelling with their herds paths they used for millenia, and razing any signs of civilization in the process. When the winter is especially harsh or the summer unusually dry, they descend upon the heartlands of kingdoms like a plague, more a natural disaster than an enemy.

Sing to me and I shall write, on lilies, poetry of the night.