Boorish, perverse, brash, ignorant. Possibly some things that Irina would never not be. A shallow bear of a woman, with nothing on her mind but violence and conflict, though hidden behind a mask of peaceful serenity. And a name derivative to boot.
Walking into an empty estate struck her hard, almost breathless upon the first encounter with silence. Irina creaked open the door, and entered, the door left slightly ajar to permit a soothing spring breeze to pursue her. A slow wander of the house led her to feel lost, isolated within her own home, but a home in which she possessed no bed, no room. A home in name, and not in character.
Somehow, she identified with the house, she was there, a Haagenvig in name. But from her experiences, her family felt.. Splintered, she was merely a fragment of a house that was even moreso, fragmented. She looked upon the emptied living area with solemnity clouding her mind, she took a seat upon the sofa on which she typically slept, staring out of the window at the seemingly dead streets of the city. A sigh escaped her, raising a gauntleted hand to her cheek, her eyes tracing the orange-laden curtains that adorned the windows.
Possibly, it was time for a small change, a change for the betterment of herself. Her brashness got her through, it got her where she wanted to be, but at what cost? Fear. Intimidation. Distrust.
But even then, she must continue to push herself ever onwards, after all, life is too short to be spent dreaming of better days.
With that thought, Irina rose and departed from the room, a refreshed mind and resolve to do better for her name, and family.
"Those who fear ya jus' don't know ya yet, but fear can be used to get what ya want. But it shouldn't. Don't bare yer burden with a frown, smile in the face of opposition, a challenge is always welcomed!"
With that bellow, and a few terrified patrons of nearby alleyways, Irina made her way off for a long drink, typical of her.
This is my first lore story, sorry if my writing is convoluted, I like writing that way. Thanks for reading!
Walking into an empty estate struck her hard, almost breathless upon the first encounter with silence. Irina creaked open the door, and entered, the door left slightly ajar to permit a soothing spring breeze to pursue her. A slow wander of the house led her to feel lost, isolated within her own home, but a home in which she possessed no bed, no room. A home in name, and not in character.
Somehow, she identified with the house, she was there, a Haagenvig in name. But from her experiences, her family felt.. Splintered, she was merely a fragment of a house that was even moreso, fragmented. She looked upon the emptied living area with solemnity clouding her mind, she took a seat upon the sofa on which she typically slept, staring out of the window at the seemingly dead streets of the city. A sigh escaped her, raising a gauntleted hand to her cheek, her eyes tracing the orange-laden curtains that adorned the windows.
Possibly, it was time for a small change, a change for the betterment of herself. Her brashness got her through, it got her where she wanted to be, but at what cost? Fear. Intimidation. Distrust.
But even then, she must continue to push herself ever onwards, after all, life is too short to be spent dreaming of better days.
With that thought, Irina rose and departed from the room, a refreshed mind and resolve to do better for her name, and family.
"Those who fear ya jus' don't know ya yet, but fear can be used to get what ya want. But it shouldn't. Don't bare yer burden with a frown, smile in the face of opposition, a challenge is always welcomed!"
With that bellow, and a few terrified patrons of nearby alleyways, Irina made her way off for a long drink, typical of her.
This is my first lore story, sorry if my writing is convoluted, I like writing that way. Thanks for reading!