Greatwater Lake Supersymmetry

It was as if this mountain was the brother of the Sunspire Tuwawi knew so well in the Seahawk Valley. The one who's depths she had discovered the influence of the Earth and realized what strength it could provide to those who trusted it. Kindred had been strong, then - lead by the mighty Sterntooth. So quickly is had all gone to shit, washed away by a storm in the blink of an eye. Their blazing flame had been doused and the dark ashes had mixed with mud. In a time of need, the young ember had turned to Tartok. She did not regret this... however Tuwawi, even now, yearned for the time she had spent on the sun warmed plains that had been rich with bramble and sweet grasses while surrounded by those she loved and trusted.

The glowing memory faded into the night and Tuwawi was left alone on the frozen lake of a land she hardly recognized. Her lips creased into a disappointed frown, heart heavy without love or ambition. The role of omega would suit her well now, all energy exhausted by her psychological hunger. One paw shuffled forward, followed by the other, until her body fell into a slow walk onto the thick ice. It creaked and moaned beneath her weight, but felt solid enough to continue across. She had pledge herself to Neverwinter, but this didn't stop her journey.

Only one thing could freeze the she-wolf midmotion and make her blood run cold; only one thing that had any pull over her in this dismal world... because there was only thing she truly loved.

The frosty wind had shifted to ruffle the red downy fur behind her ears, tickling her nose with a familiar aroma like a meddling trickster. It was made of hard slate, mountain rivers, high alpine trees, fresh snow, and a warm woodsy perfume distinct to only one man on this planet. Tuwawi felt her heart squeeze, her lungs failing as her stomach twisted ten times over. Instantly her face turned hot, eyes welling at the memory of Palestrike, the name she knew him best by.

Tuwawi was not a frail creature by any means, but when the scent washed over it and made her shrink with anguish anew. If there was one torture in this world any woman could barely endure, then this was it. She both grieved and relished the far off memory of the man she had promised herself to. He would be so far away by now... probably up in the frozen North following his own path. These foreign lands were wild and sadistic, the redhead decided. Yet, she couldn't help but feel poisoned, fooled by her own body and mind.

Longingly, she looked back over her shoulder with tired eyes, as this trouble aged her. Only the inky darkness of shadows stared back with a hollow gaze, offering nothing in return for their playful vex. Ruddy ears teetered forward intently as a hush fell over the lake, but the wind was quick to die. Tuwawi's pale jaw tightened, paws nearly frozen from the ice, as she willed a figure she knew was not there to appear from the treeline.