Emberwood red wine's broken chalice

Can we forward this to present day or would it mess up your timelines? O: ireallywantedthesetwotomeetomg

While he hugged the coast at first, it became clear that the coast was no place for a creature such as him. The prey there was scarce, the wind unending and unyielding, the sea ravaging the coast daily, tainting the air and the prey he did find. Moving inland was the best option for him if he needed to survive through the winter; he could not imagine what a blizzard would look like had it hit the coast.

The land, he supposed, would look sweeter had it been spring rather than winter. The land stretched and dipped and rose, frozen copies of the sea itself, but oceans of grass, flowers, hedges, rather than salt water. The days were still cold, but warmer here than on the sands of the coast. Here, at least, he was protected by the trees, the hills, the mountains. 

In this forest he was protected, at least a bit, from the cold. But protection was not sustenance, and Athan felt hunger lead him in search of others once more. The forest here was full of wolf scent, most old, but one fresh and strong. He followed it closely, his nose scuffing the ground as he came ever closer to the auburn sylph, his body growling impatiently with need, yearning for fulfillment. When he came face to face with the nimble creature, young and unassuming, a sudden distaste comes over him; a bitter memory that stills his hunger for the moment. He is forced to greet the boy now, rather than pounce. Salutari,