L O S T
The Wilds of Midvinter
Summer on Midvinter was not as one might expect, given the name of the season. The world was virtually set in an eternal winter, snow could fall any day and ice could crisp even the deepest waters. It was not a place that was kind on skin, especially not when you got away from the small hubs of civilization where fires warmed the soul.There, in the wilds, the girl had made her home. She was very good, this little beasty, at adjusting to her surroundings. For decades now she had been lost within the snows of Midvinter, waiting for the return of Animus... Waiting eternally. He was gone, and she had lamented that loss. Now she had her own survival to consider.
Today, as with most days, she had taken her natural feline form. She had spent the past week in the skin of her child state, the real state she ought to have been wearing, to refrain from succumbing to the beast. The idea of being unable to change frightened her like nothing more; sometimes it was good to give her human legs a stretch.
Now the furs she wore when in that state were sprawled over her back; on the back of the Daux they appeared small, though usually they dwarfed her entirely. Clothes had long since been abandoned, they only tore with the transformation. At least pelts did no such thing.
Groom prowled by her side, steadfast in his protective nature. The tuk'ata stuck out here, he was not of this world... But then again neither was she. Her feline form had adjusted over the years to better suit the environment, the fur was lighter, thicker, her hide heavier, but she was still obviously a Daux. Still foreign.
In fact of the trio, only Ariel who hung overhead was truly of Midvinter. The Andöryn provided the eyes they needed; he guided them on their travel across the icy continent... An endless journey. How many times had they walked this path? Or one akin to it? How many alk had they felled? How many Vhaanir had they run among? How many Frir had they befriended?
Her life was one continuous loop here, and time did not mean a thing to the ageless one who wandered amidst the twilight of Midvinter.