Silvertip Mountain Headed towards a fucked up holiday

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@Rollo

There was no happiness left within her young, beaten body.

Prialux DeMonte had seen little of it in her life, and all of it was fading away as her infant days escaped her before time. She was broken, abandoned, neglected, and the world around her was all the more dull every day she spent wandering aimlessly, feeding off of carrion and fearing the cold and the dark. Murgash was no longer around, he who'd been her savior once, who'd given her a second chance... Or perhaps it had been him who'd stripped her down from any chance at having a normal life beside her family? His memory was the most vivid either way. Eros' name had been forgotten, Kavos' face was a distant memory, and Amara's existence an improbable event.

The sea did not appeal to her after Murgash's abandonment. She'd been lucky to dodge the drop, but what she'd exchanged it for was probably a tougher path. Solitude was terminal, it was only a matter of time until her frail body gave up. The base of a mountain did little to shelter the scared creature, but twilight was a fearsome eminence that Prialux did not want to confront. Tucked inside the first hole she could find, the girl sang herself asleep, her voice frail and fearful, the song a failed attempt at encouraging to find a way to survive the next day.

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