Cascade--Studios

Just as Sollys was rising to her feet, a sense came about her that she was not alone. Not alone at all. It made the fur rise along her back, and she began looking around with her deep black pools. Nothing could harm her. Not really. She was a spirit, and it was hard to hurt another spirit. Esk were peaceful creatures, and even if they meant ill against other esk, it was impossible to hurt or attack one physically. Their very souls were bound by an oath that Sollys assumed was as old as time itself. Maybe that was true, perhaps not, but either way, every esk she had ever encountered knew about it. It was a part of their very being. A part they could not shake or change. It was strange, and even the most ancient of esk seemed to be bound by this promise, this pact. The act of peace, however, did not expand to personal feelings, and while they could not physically harm each other, they could mock, or make jabs at one another. One could dislike and show that dislike, just not in actual