Boartusk Heights θάνατος

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There was nothing left.

All he had was the scars on his shoulders, and the memories already sliding out of his head. Did Evaristus enjoy rabbit? Or was he allergic to it? Was Isocrates that bad of a dancer? Small moments he desperately wanted to cling to, now steadily sliding into the blood he’d left behind.

Asklepios was exhausted by the time the borders cropped up almost beneath his feet. Slow and coltish, he stumbled back a few steps, blinking at the almost physical line in front of him. He adjusted his grip on the bladder-bag in his mouth, sitting it at his feet. The mountain hanging over his head was ringed by clouds, and the only sign of organized life he’d noticed in weeks. Most of what he passed was calm packs, families with no need for an extra mouth. He wasn’t built to be alone, so even while he tried to cling to his past, he had to move on.

Asklepios let his voice rise in a tired note towards the peaks.