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Don’t recall when it ended, only know that something else began. Last memories were of two like bodies swaying to a band, the smell of all sorts of food, desserts, general treats wafting in the air dancing alongside like phantoms on the wind. Perhaps, Kima’s body hurt too, paws feeling the fatigue before the brain did & that is why this has happened, occurred. Perk ears lift, twitch side to side with an eyebrow quirked upwards. The smell of something burning switches with the smell of bubbling stew… branches creaking and snapping much like the jaws of something else entirely snapping shut nearby. Swallow, thick spit reluctantly sliding down throat walls, gloved hands brought to chest to toy around with the warm, furry collar stitched to the hem of the short-sleeve jumper. It’s odd, it’s interesting, the way things move like ink in water, these creatures that loom over much taller than the Ordivirn could ever hope to stand, wiggle, and shake. Soft puff of air brushes along the chapped

The stars twinkle bright above Kima’s head and it was in the instant that he realized things around here might actually change. Or rather, be much more interesting nearby Sol’an than it was previously… nothing is to be searched for like brilliant treasures hidden in underwater caves, no, it is all coming together as other Ordivirns race passed the smaller man. Excited chatter sounds in groups of twos, threes, fours, even bigger numbers that makes the skin crawl with anxiety with passing minutes. No faces are memorable & the only other companions that he has are nowhere to be seen & thus, truly, Kima is alone for once in his entire being. There isn’t a memory for a time before Basil or even.. a greater horror… a time before Kajya! He felt like a fish out of water, gills sucked in and out trying to pull in the oxygen from the cool salt-licked waves that splash upon the boats yet none comes. Maybe he could have brought himself out of his stupor; however, he would never know as something

[ STEP 01 , 268 WORDS ] It’s always cold here. Always something lurking around the corner while doors, no matter the position, are always locked until they are not. Crimes have been committed, though the severity differs wildly. Yet, there is one stagnant truth in this realm… it’s always cold here. Bleak, dark, never too bright if there is light at all. This is a place that gives birth to a nightmare deer that is nothing but paranoid. Personality is callous, cool to the touch, yet can barely bury the soft spot for the more familial things such as children, sons, daughters. The nightmare deer camouflages in the darkness due to its black pelt, his tail most reminiscent of a fox’s twitching behind, following like a ghost while it rushes to a destination majorly unknown. Standard in height, no hair, besides fur, to be seen on the top of its head. The hooves are a white color, much like the legs connect to them, the snowy patterns run along to the underbelly while the back’s golden marks