Neverwinter Forest song-murder and the aspen

for @Makatza; sorry this took me so long to get up! <3

sometime over the morning that ingram had been making the trek from the mountain that ursus claimed to neverwinter forest ( though he knows not it's name ), a light snow had begun to fall. it dusts the hard ground, the frozen grasses that crunch under each step he takes.

it is the first time ingram has seen snow; finding that the chill that seeps into his flesh, nestling into the marrow of his bones is welcoming. it soothes the fires of his bloodlust, of his rage which always seems to seethe just beneath the surface like a volcano about to erupt ...and as equally as unpredictable.

it is these faucets of himself that the fragheda had long since embraced.

he weaves into the thrumming heart of the forest; following a random and chosen path, his intent one of selfish reasons. despite his desire to stop looking, he still searches for the shadow, something that could not be done within the confines of ursus' claim. so he prowls patrols the nearby neutral territories under the guise of patrols — for ursus' enemy still lives, having chosen cowardice over an honorable death ( as far as ingram cared to see it ) — reasoning that he could be entirely selfish while still contributing to ursus in some form or another ...even if he doubts he'd find nyra or her cronies this close to ursus' claim.

in fact, he doubts he'll find his missing shadow but hope was a insufferable thing, living and blossoming in the cavern of his chest, drawing from the poison in his heart and thriving despite it all.