Wolftone Draw

"Keep the string a little loose. It's supposed to sound like that." —Petra Venj

The slithering dark is cold against my face.

I cannot speak, cannot breathe, I reach for Sagira but then I remember… I form a fist but feel nothing, I am bound, and as I thrash the images cut fissures through my mind—

Someone… the Awoken prince? He helps me to my feet… but still I struggle in the dark, and now SHE is standing, thanking him, but she uses my voice, MY voice—

She has stolen my form, my voice, but someone will see my failure and cast her out… they MUST—

A glimmer of sunlight… how long has it been? Zavala looks at me—at her, considers her words, poison cloaked in wisdom. I cry out, he must know. Zavala, listen, LISTEN, you KNOW me, you know not to—

The smell of night flowers… I am walking—SHE is walking through a moonlit garden, and there is Ikora, speaking, laughing, nodding… Look, Ikora, LOOK AT ME, DON'T YOU SEE IT—

Pay attention, pay ATTENTION, I taught you better than this—

A woman—an Exo—sits before me and sways, eyes vacant, but inside she is sinking as well… now her voice, her TRUE voice, humming, a gyre of sound, and the Exo sways faster and faster—

I hear his voice and push to the surface. Saint. No no NO I scream but there is no sound. He looks into her eyes, he smiles, he reaches for me but it is not me, Saint, that is not ME, PLEASE, please—

I am weeping but I cannot weep. I am nothing, only heat and hate, only sickness and shame.

"Trust me," I hear my voice say, and I drown again.

Wise Warlock's Bond

Category: Ikora Rey

Wrap Speed

Wild Hunt Plate

Category: Petra Venj

Wrong Side of Right

Wild Hunt Helm

Category: Zavala