07-23-2026, 10:10 PM
Winter had been loathe to release his clutches on Beqanna. Even though the trees were filling their boughs and the grass was sprouting in earnest across the fields, there was still a bite to the air.
A bite he could no longer feel, even if he wanted to. A bite that couldn't sink its teeth past his own frozen flesh, let alone into his frozen heart. He was the cold.
The river wasn't his usual haunt. In the past, he had preferred the openness of the meadow. The Meadow held bad memories for him though, memories he could no longer properly acknowledge even if he wanted to. He should have felt relief at that small mercy.
He felt nothing at all.
The day was no different than any other day. Quiet, settled, the occasional horse wandering about. It was neither too warm nor too cold, not too sunny or too cloudy. It was simply another day in Beqanna. He moved aimlessly across the land, his legs having no particular destination. Slowly he made his way up the river and into the thicket of trees that stood sentient along the bank. Gnarled and twisted, they told the tales of floods and drought alike. He should have felt sad, to see such powerful beings twisted and mangled.
He felt nothing at all.
He felt nothing, even when he heard a pained grunt come from the forest. Not curiosity, not fear. Simply nothing. He headed to the noise all the same, his eyes falling on a golden mare lying prone against the trunk of one of the biggest oaks. Once upon a time, he would have feared for the mare and offered her comfort. But that was before. "You're hurt." he said simply, cocking his head ever so slightly. "I'm Devi.", as if his name was any help.
It would have to do, because it was all he had to offer.
@Ruthless
A bite he could no longer feel, even if he wanted to. A bite that couldn't sink its teeth past his own frozen flesh, let alone into his frozen heart. He was the cold.
The river wasn't his usual haunt. In the past, he had preferred the openness of the meadow. The Meadow held bad memories for him though, memories he could no longer properly acknowledge even if he wanted to. He should have felt relief at that small mercy.
He felt nothing at all.
The day was no different than any other day. Quiet, settled, the occasional horse wandering about. It was neither too warm nor too cold, not too sunny or too cloudy. It was simply another day in Beqanna. He moved aimlessly across the land, his legs having no particular destination. Slowly he made his way up the river and into the thicket of trees that stood sentient along the bank. Gnarled and twisted, they told the tales of floods and drought alike. He should have felt sad, to see such powerful beings twisted and mangled.
He felt nothing at all.
He felt nothing, even when he heard a pained grunt come from the forest. Not curiosity, not fear. Simply nothing. He headed to the noise all the same, his eyes falling on a golden mare lying prone against the trunk of one of the biggest oaks. Once upon a time, he would have feared for the mare and offered her comfort. But that was before. "You're hurt." he said simply, cocking his head ever so slightly. "I'm Devi.", as if his name was any help.
It would have to do, because it was all he had to offer.
@Ruthless