The Wall i put my fears inside

all around was frost, was frigid ground and biting air. each breath brought primal hurt, each step froze paw from claw root to toughened pad. thin fur of face was cradled by a wind that kissed with barbed tongue.

it felt like life. like living, the purest kind of it. the heart beat on despite how the world wished to stifle it it's rhythm.

breathing was and act of defiance. the body followed a goat's path hugging the cliffs, eons old rock crumbling beneath its step.

oi! could we foredate this thread to at least the 19th? a-okay if it should stay on the 14th ^^'