MILO
The war had taken a toll on him just as much as it had everyone else. He’s been a wanderer, going from place to place, so unlike how he used to remain in Torchline. But what even was Torchline to him now? Unrecognizable, a place he’d neither grown up in nor lived in. The nostalgia that had been there was long gone in this new year and with it the Abandoned seeks out something else.
He isn’t sure what yet… It’s how he ends up at the Climb, perhaps because of the cold of Leafchange, seeking a similar warmth to Torchline. Perhaps an attempt to get near the hotsprings within, but unfortunately the boy’s lost. So lost in fact that he isn’t even paying attention to his surroundings. He watches the edge of the burrows, the ring of fire within, and tries to figure out where the fuck he’s going from here.
He completely misses the tiger that approaches, and if he had he might have thought in a last split second that it was Aurelia coming back, where he might be able to apologize for all the things he’s done. The things they’ve done to each other.
But it’s merciful he doesn’t, because the tiger lunges and claws pierce into his skin and there’s nothing more than the initial surprised squeak that slips from him as he goes down, trying to turn to fight off the beast, scrambling for the magic he’s somehow managed to forget how to use in his surprise.
He isn’t sure what yet… It’s how he ends up at the Climb, perhaps because of the cold of Leafchange, seeking a similar warmth to Torchline. Perhaps an attempt to get near the hotsprings within, but unfortunately the boy’s lost. So lost in fact that he isn’t even paying attention to his surroundings. He watches the edge of the burrows, the ring of fire within, and tries to figure out where the fuck he’s going from here.
He completely misses the tiger that approaches, and if he had he might have thought in a last split second that it was Aurelia coming back, where he might be able to apologize for all the things he’s done. The things they’ve done to each other.
But it’s merciful he doesn’t, because the tiger lunges and claws pierce into his skin and there’s nothing more than the initial surprised squeak that slips from him as he goes down, trying to turn to fight off the beast, scrambling for the magic he’s somehow managed to forget how to use in his surprise.
as long as we don't die,
this is gonna be one hell of a story
this is gonna be one hell of a story
