9/1/2025, 1:00 AM
The world is still this evening. Quiet, as if holding its breath. There's an uncertainty in the northern winds that stirred Rhadamanthus from his duties amidst the kingdom, and drew him out into the bitter wilds. A blizzard had passed recently; in its wake, the forest is blanketed with thick, compact snow.
In thick plumes, his breath escaped him as he cut through the snowfall, his figure stark against pristine powder. There's a scent on the nipping winds, one he cannot place — and there's an unfamiliar feeling welling inside his chest. Is it apprehension?
Something is calling to him. A silent, nagging pull that guides him through the desolate range. The snow is endless, the forest is silent. With each step, that feeling intensifies.
And then, someone is calling out to him. At first it's a faint call that hardly cuts through the roar of the winds. His ears cup and swivel, his brows furrowed as he trudged further and further. That voice becomes louder, softer, urgent.
When he finds it, he finds her. A woman with a beauty unmatched, looking as if she'd been born from the blizzard itself. Plush, gentle, and there's something so awfully familiar that again, he cannot place. But it doesn't matter in the moment as Rhadamanthus approached her, chin tilted skyward to shield his eyes from the whip of winds.
She is lost. He feels it's his duty to guide her.
In thick plumes, his breath escaped him as he cut through the snowfall, his figure stark against pristine powder. There's a scent on the nipping winds, one he cannot place — and there's an unfamiliar feeling welling inside his chest. Is it apprehension?
Something is calling to him. A silent, nagging pull that guides him through the desolate range. The snow is endless, the forest is silent. With each step, that feeling intensifies.
And then, someone is calling out to him. At first it's a faint call that hardly cuts through the roar of the winds. His ears cup and swivel, his brows furrowed as he trudged further and further. That voice becomes louder, softer, urgent.
When he finds it, he finds her. A woman with a beauty unmatched, looking as if she'd been born from the blizzard itself. Plush, gentle, and there's something so awfully familiar that again, he cannot place. But it doesn't matter in the moment as Rhadamanthus approached her, chin tilted skyward to shield his eyes from the whip of winds.
She is lost. He feels it's his duty to guide her.
Hello,He chuffed, calm and deep.
Is everything alright?
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"common • norse"
eve is welcome in all threads.