Neverwinter Forest -- ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ

 

@Miyako, but AW!

Varick's paws brush the ground delicately as he strides, moving as all shadows do — swiftly and calmly, the long reach of his legs carrying him down the unsteady surface of the mountain with natural ease.  He surveys the snow and ice that shelters the ground beneath the steep drop from the precipice at his side and a thought crosses his mind that it is stupid to travel to somewhere so comfortable, so sentimental to him although he is in alien land.

Yet he cannot help himself — he is a captive, a slave to the memories of his desolate homeland, the deep caverns of the Azorius Syndicate.  He knows that to start over he must kill any previous incarnation of himself, burning every memory to the furthest reaches of his mind yet he still clings to the solace that the frigid mountains provide.

Varick comes to a halt where ice and stone are just beginning to break way into the territory of towering evergreen sentinels, and a fog escapes from his thick, leathery nostrils as he breathes out.  It is time to leave the tundra behind.