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@Wicked

Weakness pervaded him, filled him, blocked out the normalcy he was used to on days like today. The sky was...white. Just white. No hints of the usual azure could be seen. No clouds, either. It was like he could fall up into that whiteness at any moment. His eyes were glued to the earth, growing more and more paranoid the longer he stared into the abyss overhead. It made him feel ill. Almost like that time he met Ayana at Greatwater Lake. Halting his daily sweep of the borders, he grew still; a sepia sculpture among a sea of swaying emerald blades. Last thing he needed right now was to upchuck. From what, he did not know. Did not care to know or to discover.
INDENTSetting off into a canter, Tatsuya trailed along the southwest delimitation of the spire, close to the tarns. From here, he could see the damage that area received. Patches of exposed earth, some felled trees...Whether it has always been so disheveled, he could not say. Back at Ouroboros Spine, he had not traveled any farther eastward than Haunted Wood. Though he wanted to, his allegiance to Tonravik took priority over any residual impatience since his days as a loner. Just how far would he be allowed to go, he wondered, once the pups were grown enough. Staring wistfully out over the tarns, he pondered this in silence and in lifelessness.