Post by The Winter's Wrath on Mar 15, 2014 1:33:30 GMT -5
‘I need to be stronger.’
Her sole thought rang through her head with each motion through the cold. It was propaganda, a record on repeat. It bit against her skin and numbed her body but her muscle burned and her steps grew heavy as though held by weights. Her breaths were steady yet as she pushed herself. The Winter’s Wrath was alone in the tundra, not far from her tribe. It was safe enough to avoid wanderers but not enough to be safe from exposure and the harshness that was Freljord.
But her legs gave on her and she fell waist deep into the snow. The chieftain caught herself with frustration. Hours of running, moving and pushing herself through this weather was putting her once again on her limit. She needed to push forward and push what she could endure upwards. How many had died due to this doing the same thing or just because they couldn’t endure any of it. In her youth, she’s lost family and friends. Somehow she survived it all. That prophecy, it gave her hope for the future.
She would rule Freljord. She would unite it under her banner. But first…
‘I need to be stronger.’
She picked herself up from the snow and pressed on.
Her sole thought rang through her head with each motion through the cold. It was propaganda, a record on repeat. It bit against her skin and numbed her body but her muscle burned and her steps grew heavy as though held by weights. Her breaths were steady yet as she pushed herself. The Winter’s Wrath was alone in the tundra, not far from her tribe. It was safe enough to avoid wanderers but not enough to be safe from exposure and the harshness that was Freljord.
But her legs gave on her and she fell waist deep into the snow. The chieftain caught herself with frustration. Hours of running, moving and pushing herself through this weather was putting her once again on her limit. She needed to push forward and push what she could endure upwards. How many had died due to this doing the same thing or just because they couldn’t endure any of it. In her youth, she’s lost family and friends. Somehow she survived it all. That prophecy, it gave her hope for the future.
She would rule Freljord. She would unite it under her banner. But first…
‘I need to be stronger.’
She picked herself up from the snow and pressed on.
