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Home. Her legs had driven her northern bound, to the arctic reaches she'd known all her life. The lonely, vast arctic region. One that had not been home to her, not really, for a long time. Her family had dissolved on the wind, and her purpose had disappeared. Scarred both mentally and physically, she had sought solace in wandering, a vagabond, shifting with the currents of the wind. In Erebos, she had found a friend. A distraction. One she cherished, one that gave her steps the strength they required. It seemed her life was dwindling, her purpose in the tangled world she'd fallen into too little, too insignificant. Sometimes, Asch wondered why she had been brought into the world. Surely everything would have been simpler if Wennie had been a sole foal? But then, who would protect her sister? Asch was a golden shield with bronze engravings, and she was malleable, folding over her sister to protect her from all the horrors of the world. It had taken her far too long to realize that in doing that, she had subjected her own mind to that maleficent knowledge. Her innocence had been taken far too long ago. Far too young for her to move on. Snow clung to her pasterns, cold but familiar as it seared into her skin. Her breath was warm and clouded on her whiskers, and she marched on without a care. Asch had no real goal, no destination, nor any set time to arrive there. She could die in the snows and nobody would realize she was gone, and her memory would carve itself into the bedrock, as lonely and forgotten as a wounded wolf separated from its pack. But she was a mere pup. It hurt to know that meant little in whether she'd be missed or not. Loneliness gnawed at her bones like a particularly voracious predator, and she succumbed to the pain of its teeth, calling out in a feeble voice. "Papa? Wennie? Momma?" Her only answer, for many long, lonely moments, was the howling laughter of the wind. @[Crowley] && @[Arwen]. This takes place right outside the borders, higher on the mountainside. |
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