#but honestly everytime i write fenrys' pov i think of westofmoon

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i am literally waiting for the next updates in suspense! i check ur blog like once every half hour cuz I can NOT wait for everything to come

p.s this is not meant to pressure you in any way (get that chapter out whenever YOU want) , only to demonstrate the impact your writing has and spread some love!!

.....im SO sorry something came up today so it just didn’t happen. Feels like everything has been working against me in the writing department lately. so hopefully tomorrow? im cautiously optimistic but I also feel bad about breaking promises so i dont wanna say definitely 😂But here is a nice long snippet to maybe (?) make up for taking so much longer than i thought i would!!!!

Fenrys wasn’t there when she found out.  

He was out on a run, hunting through the forests around Doranelle. Chasing down after whispers of the forest-spirits. He knew they were here: the elemental beings, as ancient as the very stones and mountains and valleys. Older than history – than time itself.

Fenrys would hear them in the night – sounds of crashing rock and tearing metal, the felling of trees when no wind blew. Still fighting their ancient wars, either uncaring or ignorant of the affairs of lesser beings. But Fenrys had never seen them, nor did he know of anyone who had.

Every now and again, he would glance a fairy or two. One of the Little Folk, going about their little-great-deeds. But it was never when he was looking for them. 

It was something he and Connall used to do as young ones – charge through the forest, hunting for fairies. For the heroes of the tales their mother would tell them, over glasses of sweet fruit juice on lazy summer afternoons. Stories of battles and warriors and the hidden magic of the land. To this day, Fenrys didn’t know whether the stories were true, or if she had made them up herself.

He knew it was only purposeless distraction, and one that he would likely pay for when he returned. He just had no idea how much. 

So no, Fenrys wasn’t in the palace when Maeve found out. 

But Connall was.

#watw snippet #warrior and the wildfire #rowaelin ff #queen of shadows #rowan pov #hope this gets yall excited for the next chapter #but honestly everytime i write fenrys' pov i think of westofmoon #like ashley i feel like i owe you an apology here lmao #Anonymous