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Tiberii · 3/4/2026, 4:13 AM

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She wasn't sure what drove her further North that morning. Whether it was a subtle intention or her mind drifting into a half-daze, she wouldn't realize that she'd neared the frozen lake until the squall set in. And when it set in, it set in fast, the wind picking up over the flat surface of the frozen water with a roaring gale.

This winter had already been unnaturally harsh — the light from the sun dim and weak ... progressively leading Mythris toward a damning, immeasurable darkness. And this storm would soon prove itself to be one of the worst Tiberii had seen in her lifetime.

The wind screamed as the sky darkened, the clouds and snow rolling in with a violent force. The large flakes did not wait, and they did not warn ... they would simply explode, whiting out the sky and obscuring any hope of visibility. Tiberii's senses were instantly wiped, her vision blurred by a phantom of white, and her scent obscured by that of sheer cold.

Fuck, she'd mumble, tucking her head down and flattening her ears against the painful howl of the wind. And even she, with a body as large as hers, struggled to move forward. The wind seemed to come from every direction, her fur whipping wildly as she drifted, skirting dangerously closer to the edge of the frozen lake.

The bull felt frozen within an instant, the grip of cold already tight at her throat as her muscles quaked, both from exertion and tension. As she exhaled, her breath was stolen from her in a misted puff, pulled from her very lips and replaced with that of the emptiness of the piercing, numbing bite of winter. And it did not take long for her to realize that her disorientation would leave her lost, the world before her a blurred vision of what it once was.

White. No trees.

She couldn't see the lake, and she could not see even inches within the front of her own face. If she had not already felt so cold, perhaps she would have felt the creeping hint of dread that bubbled in the pit of her stomach. It took everything in her to just ... keep moving.

Any direction was certainly better than standing here.

She needed cover, and fast.

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