He had been gone when the world had uprooted itself, when the Tundra had shook and it’s caverns collapsed he had been blessedly absent. He regrets this deeply, though honestly what could he have done? He who had never been the pillar to bear the brunt of any weight, he who had been nothing but another body growing up in Beqanna’s bosom. He could not have done a thing, though the want to was present. He did find himself atop the mountain, upon returning home. Some odd source of magic drawing him near. The air was even too thin for him, he who’d grown up atop the frigid unforgiving peaks that adorned his icy homeland. The thinness of the air had driven him out, down into the bowels of Beqanna, deep within her Forest.
He had always been a loner, intimidated by the idea of companionship, haunted by a sense of unworthiness that he could not seem to dodge no matter how he tried. He shied away from it, taking the easy way out instead of facing his shortcomings. So he is started when he comes upon someone as he wanders. She is gaunt, a wisp of flesh stretched over a ghostly skeleton with eyes too big for her face and beaming with something he cannot place. It’s a wildness he isn’t familiar with. His first instinct is to turn tail and walk away, but something holds him there, a foolish sort of curiosity that keeps his gaze trained on her though he comes no closer.
He muses on her for a while, trying to figure out where she fit in this strange world. Contemplating what her background could’ve been before the world went to shit. He comes up blank, drawing only assumptions, and too quiet to simply approach and ask her himself. So he turns, ready to leave as her eyes snap toward him, senses suddenly alert and locked on him. He freezes as her voice calls out, wings tucking tightly to his sides as the desire to simply disappear rears its ugly head. He sighs, closing his eyes and steeling himself knowing that he’d been caught. He flicks a dark ear in her direction, light eyes reaching back to find her gaunt face. ”Yes…..me.” he offers, trying to hide his chagrin. He contemplates adding his name, but holds off. He’d met more than one monster in the woods, and though this woman looks only lost and starving, he’d rather play it safe, than turn out sorry later. ”Are you okay? he asks stupidly, unable to ignore her physical state. Even in the Tundra, he’d never fared so poorly. His coat had always been thick, his body healthy. Quite the opposite from the waif of a woman he looked upon now.
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