Shadow Mountain Come on, lets go break their arms.

suffocation had driven her from the valley's ever tightening clutch, prompted to take flight to avoid greedily snapping shadows hungering for their promised bite. pele was gone, alsek's sister, her sister; simply gone. was it her fault? the assault of memories wailing the words of surya, aphrodite and alsek himself was a common occurrence over the past five days, initially starting off quite canonically; 

'but alsek has a sister at whitebark stream, too. she's all alone now'

'your sister, and lots of other people, are very worried about you. they miss you a lot.'

'pola, i wa-.. i want pele.​'

only to gradually distort into hellish caterwauling; screeching, fiendish versions of their initial selves that spat 'this is your fault!!'

 'you selfish bitch!'    

'you took away her only brother after she lost her parents'

'you thought only about yourself and now she's probably dead, all because of you'

and so she'd fled, rather than finding the blackbird to offer any sort of comfort, she'd succumbed to that selfish flair once more. too much of a stinking coward to bring herself to dance within the grasp of loss' claws after having only escaped them herself so very recently. freshly healed wounds cringing away at the idea of what might threaten them should she face the demon's surely beginning to slink around her sibling by now.

there was no real destination in mind and she is not void of surprise upon reaching the embrace of the mountain's shade as the earth began to slope upwards. hesitation occurs for only the briefest of moments before she plows forth, muscle feathering within a tightly clenched jaw as limbs worked to tug her higher and higher and higher and- there. by the time she clambers upon the pinpointed precipice, lungs offer protestant burning whilst her heart hammers hard against a lean chest but polaris- she is grasped by something akin to euphoria in that moment and oh she plans to exploit each and every drop of it.

or that is until she realises that she is not the only creature to have taken a shine to this particular tooth of rock; and the scent to ride upon the breeze giggles impishly at what it is entrusted with to deliver to her.ursus. and unlike the unorthodox snowdrop she'd discovered also thickly adorned in that stench, this man was the exact type of wolf one did expect to run with barbaric ruffians; he was a finely edged blade if she'd ever seen one. somewhere, she does have the sense to feel a minute flicker of fear and yet- there is something intoxicating about being up here; riding upon the brazen earth that challenged the sky itself. svelte figure moves forth so that she too stands upon the edge, overlooking the world that rolled away from them, a few metres stretching along the edge between them. after all, these very mountains had tried to kill her and her family. and had failed.