Permafrost Hollows begin again

forward-dated to the 7th @Wintersbane

sunrise over the ice-kissed taiga, and the early morning glister highlights a wandering spectre; silver, sunlight flashing off lustrous wintry fur. sharp, purposeful, muscles rippling over marble-sculpted build. a predator's gait, slinking and full of malevolent intent.

he does not know why he is here, or how. he does not remember the fall, nor his rebirth.

he knows only his name, his purpose, that burning need to start anew. zephyr; icewraith, glister witch of the wilds. calloused pads hover over icy ground, hesitant. the wraith halts, finally. it has been a long journey — but finally, he feels at home. the familiarity of this place is not lost on him, but whatever past of his lingers here is of no interest to the glister witch. this is his future. this is his rebirth.