Haunted Wood shiver in midsummer, burn in winter

trying to get back to roleplaying slowly <3
Astier is a new character of mine, cousin to Agana and was a part of Evenfall
important note: Astier does not refer to Agana, as he only knows her by the name of Malena!
I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes!

Darkness enveloped him first — an abyss of pain, smoke, and screams. The heavens themselves shattered as he stood far from the main den site, powerless to intervene. The Gods, wrathful and betrayed, delivered their judgment. Their heir, defiling their name in the wilds, had brought ruin upon them all. As the sky consumed him, his argent eyes turned heavenward one final time before the void claimed him.

When he woke, hours or perhaps days later, it was under an unknown sky framed by unfamiliar trees. The Fall had cast him adrift. For weeks, he wandered alone, his path winding aimlessly until it led him to this forgotten forest. The chilling breeze combed through his pale fur as his argent gaze swept over the desolate expanse. In winter’s embrace, Astier became a specter, his snowy form gliding silently through the frost-kissed world. A deep breath filled his lungs as he rose to his full height, a wraith poised to explore this strange yet hauntingly familiar place.

The forest was eerily quiet, its silence amplifying the absence of any territorial claim. No scents marked the land, no signs of a faction’s dominion. He had passed others on his journey — packs, loners, fleeting shadows — but had never paused to seek shelter or share a meal. Astier was no beggar, yet neither was he royalty. Within him raged a constant turmoil, the clash of what he was born to be and what he had become. He was meant to lead, to reign as heir, not to watch from the shadows as an unworthy girl stumbled through a crown she could never bear.

He had heard the whispers — rumors of her fall, her body left to rot in a ditch or dashed against the jagged rocks of some distant peak. Whatever her end, it was the end of their lineage too. He had never met her, only the stories of the Great Sun meant to guide their people into a brighter future. Superstitions, all of them, crumbled beneath the weight of reality.

Presumably, he was the last of them — the sole survivor of a dead cult and a silenced legacy. There was nothing to return to, no voices left to speak their name. Yet, as the pale light of Agana filtered through the skeletal branches, it bathed him in an ethereal glow. Perhaps, today, fortune would smile upon the ghost of Evenfall.