04-10-2019, 08:04 PM
LIGHTS GO OUT AND ALL I SEE—
the approach of a new season was detectable by melt of frost in the morning and the quickly rising sun, ever so slow to come back down. the direwolf was hesitant at first going up the mountain, but she assured herself as long as she was held onto her belongings and successfully found somewhere to burrow, that she would be find. she had heard of the elysium through word of mouth and was curious of the sort of people they were. a mixed culture of two colonies together. not out of conquership, but allegiance. a very strange story she would love to hear about.
lilja continued her way up the mountainside until reaching the point of a strange, strong scent. she assumed this was a barrier point or warning for her not to cross. she didn't find anywhere safe to rest before, perhaps this led to the path of elysites that harbored the mountain.
well, time for patience. lilja sat down on the grass, breathing life once more in the incoming of spring. she rifled through her satchel and took out a book, flipping it to where she had last left off and continued to read.
—ARE THOSE EYES, A WOLVERINE
the approach of a new season was detectable by melt of frost in the morning and the quickly rising sun, ever so slow to come back down. the direwolf was hesitant at first going up the mountain, but she assured herself as long as she was held onto her belongings and successfully found somewhere to burrow, that she would be find. she had heard of the elysium through word of mouth and was curious of the sort of people they were. a mixed culture of two colonies together. not out of conquership, but allegiance. a very strange story she would love to hear about.
lilja continued her way up the mountainside until reaching the point of a strange, strong scent. she assumed this was a barrier point or warning for her not to cross. she didn't find anywhere safe to rest before, perhaps this led to the path of elysites that harbored the mountain.
well, time for patience. lilja sat down on the grass, breathing life once more in the incoming of spring. she rifled through her satchel and took out a book, flipping it to where she had last left off and continued to read.
—ARE THOSE EYES, A WOLVERINE