Dawnlark Plains buried alive by the lies in their soul

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it is with a stubborn set to his jaw that long legs carry the svelte reif away from his destination and into lands that grew sharper, brasher with the claws of frigid chill that tore greedily into his bones with each hagard step.  the moment he'd approached those leering peaks, began clambering up their treacherous slopes like a flea latching desperately to the back of any living mammal it could find; he'd decided no. simple as that, he would not- could not step paw under those willows and inhale the sharply stale air as it twisted and crooned about the fringes of velveteen ears. if he didn't have to see it devoid of life then his memories would remain untainted, in times of melancholy it would take a simple fluttering of eyelids to recall tranquil swishes of willow branches and softly spoken hums of his family. why taint that when he could just fade into blissful naivety instead?

so why had he never turned back, why is it that even after that mental affirmation, pale paws had dragged his pallid form forth? even after reaching the highest of brazen peaks where each inhale seemed to sear his very insides with ice so potent that it could challenge the very flames of fire, he'd continued on to descend the mounds. and now, leaving them behind he still simply walked as shivers danced gleefully about such a pitiful vessel, thin coat no match to their jesting strokes. yet so distracted as he was, fleeting glances back at his true destination /that he'd deny ever giving into/ not helping, it is with a start that he notices his approaching form. sage eyes round as he freezes up like a deer in the headlights, apprehensive in the face of this hulking beast prowling towards him. ruddy and BIG, panic grasps at his heart as eyes narrow. no chance of him not being seen and so in such a wearied and neglected state; all the boy opts for is a shuddered sigh as forlorn eyes glitter reproachfully.