Duskfire Glacier nothing in comparison

how long, wintersbane cannot help but wonder, until he forgot the details of the scars he's earned? the years kept ticking on and he kept collecting more as if they were merit badges engraved upon his flesh. could he say that he remembered most of them, anymore? already, the details of them were fuzzy though he does not think he is near enough to forget ...perhaps, he considers, he just as too many and has suffered too much trauma that his mind blocks it out after a bit; greying those memories until the only reminders were the marks upon his flesh.

ironically, once upon a time ( and perhaps he still does ) he'd thought they were ugly; too vain to want them marring his handsome face.

almost all of them were won in fights ...though i did not win all of said fights. two of them had nearly taken his life and if not for the diligent care of strangers surely would've. most of the time it was my own arrogance that awarded them to me. unsurprising, that.

these, he draws in a soft breath and shifts so that his wedmarks were in view of the moonlight and green glow of the northern lights as they continued their dance upon the glacier. were given to me by my wife on the day we became mates. andraste's mark upon him even a year into her death. i'm a widow, now, he adds softly. have been for over a year.