Yesterday, 09:22 PM
THE WINTER SUNRISE, RED ON WHITE
Byriath's gaze lifted from the dying fireplace, traveling to the door. He wasn't expecting anyone - Theseus had gone to some long-distance land. But the knocking on his door was as real as the floorboards under him.
Muscles and bones ached slightly as he hauled himself up, stretching powerful legs as he slowly walked to the door. His pawsteps were heavy, betraying his weight and power.
He opened the door, and at first saw nothing. He was half tempted to close the door, but something caught his eye below him. Byriath looked down, and glowing eyes widened at the sight of the feline. The only ones who knew where he lived were his children and Aesior.
But here this stranger was, injured and bandaged. A hint of smoke and roses clinging to them, and his nose twitched. "Hello."
LIKE BLOOD UPON THE SNOW
THE WORLD THAT HARDENS AS THE HARSHER WINTER HOLDS --
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BYRIATH ATOKENSIS - XENOSMILUS - LONER - ATTACKS IN UNDERLINED ITALICS.