The Wall Toome

ice woman had a name.

a name that he could pronounce fluidly against his tongue. ayovi. it was not one that he had been familiar to, and he much rather preferred his own. iskava.

wherever she'd come from, she was raised well. batting her eyes away from him, but the fire inside of her raged with that flash of her teeth, stained with the blood of the doe. he flashed his own incisors, but didn't wish to demean her. silence her defiance instead.

i take you. he said through his clenched teeth. faust was never meant to stay on this summit, and was meant for the snow. forever-winter would entail that, would it not? he wasn't a man to seek being a savior, but it gave man a purpose. to provide. given that she could not hunt a meager doe, she'd surely starve in these conditions.

women don't go alone.