Atalanta
The Swift Judge of Men's Worth
Run with me, and learn to outrun yourself.
They tried to chain me to a throne, to gild my ankles and call it love. I ran until the trees whispered my name and the wolves called me sister. I race men not to beat them, but to see if they’ll dare chase something wilder than themselves. I don’t need your approval—I already have the horizon.
What I'm Into: racing arrogant suitors, Artemis’s silver signs, boar hunts, berries from thorned bushes, the sound of breaking chains
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