All Alone, Lost In The Abyss, Crawling Through The Dark | Bell Inrto |

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TRY TO TAKE ME DOWN

BAALAL -- NONBINARY -- THE FROSTBLOWN -- SAGE -- MEDIUM DIFFICULTY

nearby, within the sun's rays, would rest the sage, the cold causing their scars to ache and prickle like wildfire. before winning their position as the valereader's greenhorn so long ago, they had been like any other greenhorn, having gone out alone in a desperate bid to prove their worth as a member of the frostblown, having been afraid of being driven out. their bid had resulted in them being paralyzed from their injuries in the deep snow, with their kill half on top of them, the volume of the polar bear's fur much too thick for their voice to have been heard. it was at that time, that they had been rescued by the former valereader and taken back to heal.

they had been ever grateful to the healer when they had been rescued, coming to study under them as they healed, their kill proving their worth, and the fur of the great bear becoming the fur that lined their nest. thoughts now wrapped in memories of the past, the sage rested wordlessly, head on their own paws as they sought out the feeble warmth of the sun, as if it could be a makeshift press of warmth against their side, fearing the loneliness that the winter brought with it.

#psychosocial.