The Edge was an amazing place to call home and I had no quarrels about it’s significance to my heart. If I had done anything differently in my life, I wouldn’t be who I am today and I have no shame in the way I live. I had discovered a new part of myself that I longed to indulge. I wanted to heal and to enjoy the sense of self-satisfaction that I would surely encounter while doing so. I could remember Adura, whom I found in the Threshold, frail and starving. I had brought her back to the Edge in hoped that she could recover and now, months later, she was flourishing within the mists of our home. She was an angel born of greed and I had allowed her to spread her wings within the veils of safety that the fog created along our borders. However, the mist wasn’t our only form of defense. Mirage the Dragonheart was a force to be reckoned with and I was more than glad to back her when she called. Many rivals tried to mimic her leadership, but in my mind’s eyes, we had ended up with the very best.

My body had grown thick in the winter months and I was certain that I could shed a few pounds, but that wasn’t my purpose today. Though, I made a silent promise to myself that I would contemplate taking up a few spars in order to sustain my former resilience. Something about the cold invited me to hibernation like some old grisly, hiding beneath the snowy mounds of frost until the sun finally grew near enough to swathe me in gentle heat. My bones had even grown brittle from the lack of activity and my knees were eager to protest as I moved across the moist earth, damp from the approaching spring rains. Around my toes, the mud began to suckle and screech beneath my weight and though I had grown somewhat accustomed to traversing the sticky remnants of Frostfall, I was greedily awaiting the hardened grounds of Tallsun.

However, the benign rays of spring light did wonders to illuminate the soft dappling along my bay coat. for once, I felt at an advantage when it came to my appearance, considering it had taken a low blow due to the deformity of my wings. But, as I thought about it, I wondered what exactly I would do with such an attribute. I was perfectly satisfied with wandering the lands on foot as it seemed that I had become more appreciative of the world around me that way.

And it seemed that I was in the right place for doing just that as the Threshold had always seemed to carry a certain beauty about it that calmed my heart. On days like today, I felt more than at ease just wandering through the trees, under the shade of impending night. The soft illumination that split the clouds was that of a sweet lavender and it made me think of the first night I met Tamira. She had reminded me of the sunset with her tender personality and angelic graces. The last time I saw her had been somewhat confusing and I only hoped that one day she would be able to take hold of her own body and shut out Myriad completely- despite my current obsession with the two.

However, as thoughts of love and life receded into the dull monotony of things I could no longer name, his cry filled my ears. It was sullen sound, laced in anguish. Perhaps it was not something that I longed to investigate, but vigilance leant me a cruel push that sent me veering in his direction. When he was finally within sight, I decided that I should have taken a little bit of discretion. His hide was thick and proved to have seen many a battle and his eyes were cold and depthless. Something about him spoke of cruelty and carelessness. But this did not deter me.

“Have you something you seek here in Helovia? As, hopefully you’re aware that you stand in the heart of the claiming grounds.” My tones were gruff, almost uninviting and perhaps guarded. I hadn’t come in search of some foolhardy brute looking to wreak havoc. Something about him reminded me of Tribute, the ghoulish animal that thought he could come into the Edge in order to cause trouble. However, this creature was slightly different. He did not look like he was one to get off on playing games, but more so riddled in mysteries of the past. My shoulders seemed to hunch involuntarily, bunching beneath my skin as I gazed at him. He was hardened thing that reminded me of the stone upon which we stood. I shared no smile with him as I find I normally would, merely because he didn’t appear to be the type that would welcome such a guesture.

There was a place for everyone here. I hoped that he would consider the Edge, but if not, then I would be more than delighted to direct him down the path in which he sought. However, I only hoped that he would not give me problem while doing so.

Thor