Noctisardor Bypass Even tramp has his Achilles heel

As the year wore on so did the weather, it seemed. Frigid winds melted into cool winter breezes and clear skies began to return. From the east a herd of white tailed deer had come to lay cloven feet upon what was once blizzard-ridden and sparse, bringing with them a flame eyed wanderer close on their trail. He watched with hunters' diligence as they paused to graze, ceasing his own tremors to survey the newly discovered kingdom; snow laden and oh so new.

Many-a-pause gave way to the wilder mind and it was no different now. For so long he'd sat, chained to law, tethered to his supposed responsibility that one day inheritance would be his. But he hadn't wanted that. "Free," he'd murmur as his belly met with white flakes, tail leaving feathered tattoos as the deer he'd watch and observe. The presence of another he was oblivious to, or perhaps merely ignorant for the sake of saving breath.

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