Literature
Separation ll The Joker ll LORE
He took an unsteady gaze over his shoulder, a soft breath passed from his lips, immediately swirling with the cold air that bit and tore into his thin pelt.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was being reprimanded for bot bringing his own bearskin cover as a means to keep himself warm during this trek through the mountains. Unfortunately, what's done is done. There was no going back now.
The Joker sighed softly, surveying the 'posse' behind him, loyal... followers. Except one of them... his eyes narrowed, staring down the grey half mane that had yet to look up from the ground; Letusae and Mel'du stood on either side of him to ensure he st