Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180218042108/@comment-26108027-20180220134554

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Tiral tightens his grip on Akata's wrist, and suddenly she's ankle-deep in snow. Tiral sinks to his hands and knees, groaning quietly.

They're next to a river that's completely frozen, and beyond that are frost-coated trees. The sky is clear and bright, and flocks of birds can be seen heading south every now and then. A herd of feral horses are passing by, steam rolling out of their nostrils as they breathe. Everything is dead beneath the snow, yet above it is so.. alive.