11-12-2023, 06:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-13-2023, 04:36 AM by Ásný. Edited 1 time in total.)
Like a prolonged chapter, or perhaps a never ending fever dream, Asny awakes from her slumber one snowy morning and sets out in a field of frost and evergreens alone.
It's been far too long since the disappearance of Duskguard. She'd already lost count of how many moons it's been -- where the warmth of other bodies and promising words of home and family gave the woman a sense that maybe, just maybe, this was an end to her days of solitude and the start of a new world -- but yet again, she is abandoned. Yet again, trust is ripped away from the frigid pockets of her heart and Asny is thrust into the unforgiving plains she once tread upon alone. History repeats itself, and Asny begins to accept that her own curse will continue.
The dragoness does not dwell on it for long, and through age her tears freeze over like the lakes in place of acceptance. Quietly, while her amber eyes roam the forests she's called home for a while now, she wonders if this was her mother's plan for her. To find her place in solitude before finding meaning -- yet even as her youth leaves her, Asny is still confused. Still lost.
Still lonely.
That morning she trudges through a worn path to visit the fallen reindeer from days prior. Still frozen in place like a time capsule, yet with ravens that perch on its rips trying to pick out whatever visage hangs from its bones. The flock set flight at the sight of the woman's arrival, and without hesitation she sniffs around to lick at the freezer burned flesh.
It's been far too long since the disappearance of Duskguard. She'd already lost count of how many moons it's been -- where the warmth of other bodies and promising words of home and family gave the woman a sense that maybe, just maybe, this was an end to her days of solitude and the start of a new world -- but yet again, she is abandoned. Yet again, trust is ripped away from the frigid pockets of her heart and Asny is thrust into the unforgiving plains she once tread upon alone. History repeats itself, and Asny begins to accept that her own curse will continue.
The dragoness does not dwell on it for long, and through age her tears freeze over like the lakes in place of acceptance. Quietly, while her amber eyes roam the forests she's called home for a while now, she wonders if this was her mother's plan for her. To find her place in solitude before finding meaning -- yet even as her youth leaves her, Asny is still confused. Still lost.
Still lonely.
That morning she trudges through a worn path to visit the fallen reindeer from days prior. Still frozen in place like a time capsule, yet with ravens that perch on its rips trying to pick out whatever visage hangs from its bones. The flock set flight at the sight of the woman's arrival, and without hesitation she sniffs around to lick at the freezer burned flesh.
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