The times are cold in the Foreverwood, and after many days of wander each step becomes harder to take. But our mare finds a glimmer of hope in the distance, a promise of warmth in the depths of winter.
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(Spoilers)
(Character Quote: "Back in tbe cold." -Chilled Mare)
(Quick guide:
Wandering through the cold snow, fear, finding hope.
After 1st: Hope diminishing, cold looks, apprehension, mistakes and blunders.
After 2nd: Wilderness, frostbite, losing senses, spirit guidance.
After 3rd: Epilogue. )
(Legend:
Cent: Short term for centimetre.
Deci: Short term for decimetre.
Chronicle: A series of stories connected but not sequential. Ongoing stories without regular updates.
Rapacitor: A predator who eats for the sake of greed and gluttony.)
[Story preview:
The mare clenched her teeth. For had become well versed in the ways of the Foreverwood. Trampled snow meant activity, which in turn meant she was not alone. Her teeth clattered as she shuffled forwards, taking care as each step sowed and glid into the packed carpet of crystals with nary a creak. With that, the sounds of the forest overtook her. A faint whisper of the wind, the shift of icicles, marred with the explained pops and creaks her ears would barely comprehend. A hostile silence.
Continued in the story above.]
