once upon a december [ open / joining ]

[CELESTE G.M.]

[COLOR=#bf9b30]PULL ME BACK FROM THINGS DIVINE

Memory and identity were fickle things. From what she had experienced, they were torn apart oh so easily and scattered to the wind. She had seen tribes, rich with culture and history, wiped off the map by the act of others - broken and beaten and no longer what they were. Perhaps it was different to personal identity, but the past defined a person, their home and their family defined them. You could rise above it, change, but the past would always be there.

How terrible it must be to not have a past. The future is a murky thing that nobody can divine, Temulin knows that well from all the times that she had cast her voice to the Gods and asked, but there is never an answer. To have only the unknown is something that would torment anyone - to not know who you were and where you came from. How are you supposed to deal with the future if you no past to draw reference from? What a terrible fate it must be to lose your memories, no matter how harrowing they were.

The borzoi spots the stranger on the border, talking to herself and sounding lost in her own thoughts. She doesn't remember could mean anything really, Temulin is far from a mind reader so she no way to access the internal monologue of the stranger and ask for her meaning. She does however have a voice that she can use to ask, softly spoken words welcoming and warm. "Hello? Have you lost something? This is the Typhoon, my name's Temulin, if you've lost something I can help you look for it."

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