| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
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It had been months since Murdock had visited the north. Before the darkness, before being trapped among winding caves and corridors, it was a place he had frequented religiously. Something about the cold, barren plains attracted him time and time again; perhaps it provided a grounding contrast between the eccentricities of his soul, though that part of him had crumbled long ago. He was not the same creature he had been when first he had found this place. Somewhere along the line, his life had fallen to pieces and left him scrambling to track down the fragments.
The land was flat and smooth for several miles around him until it jutted up abruptly into the tall mountains and jagged cliffs that bordered the Basin. To his left, snow. To his right, more snow. It was an endless sea of white that perpetuated as far as he could see until it broke away into the milky night. The sky was still pale as dusk passed, stars spreading across the heavens in thick clusters and surrounding the moon like vibrant dancers. There was a whole universe above him, a multitude of worlds and happenings aloft that he never considered. Such philosophical things rarely occurred to him, despite the fact that his head was usually in the clouds.
His wanderings held no purpose, yet he walked on across the rough snow as if some motive fuelled his steps. He was searching, searching for something he had no hopes of finding and yet the thought of it never left his mind. This place held many memories for him that returned with the fogginess of a dream as he made his way toward the mountains, spinning about in his head until they blurred into colour and warmth. This is where he had found her, where they had first shared conversation amidst a spring storm and then, when she had left, where they had shared reluctant goodbyes.
He thought of Roland, too, as he continued to pick his way across frozen drifts and wind-tossed stones. Was this place not his home, too? Perhaps he would see his old friend again, and together they could reminisce over the world and the way things had changed. He hummed softly as he walked, taking his mind off the cold that bit into his thin coat and the way his knees had become stiff from walking. Normally, he would have flown, but the winds aloft had become too temperamental and the headwind was more than he was willing to compete with. And so he was degraded to an earth-dweller, travelling on foot like the rest of inhabitants of this kingdom.
He tipped his head toward the sky as he came to a halt beside a jumbled pile of rocks, standing out against the white like a dark stain. The moon seemed to smile down at him, half of its brilliant white face missing, hidden in shadow. If she had been here, he would have made some childish remark about the curious face the pale orb seemed to bear and how odd it was that it always wore the same expression. However, tonight, he was alone. “Goodnight,” he whispered, his words lost on the wind that scattered them across the snow like dying petals. “Wherever you are.”
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