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Preserved and washed again in scarlet iron offering...
The river has given up its last ghost of leaf-bare and with it, taken a deep breath, embraced a phantom of one of its champions. A good morning and a goodbye to the frost while its claws drag against their backs. They form a parade of copper and wine... streams of their sacrifice and dedication that pool towards the sandy shores of their camp. They are lined in shell and stone... in rotting reeds that curl in protest against the chill. They rustle an announcement of their slow return, muscles locking with every mechanical step. A porcelain doll, struggling to move where the smooth surfaces rub against their joints... stiff.
The plunge still lingers in the form of droplets hanging like icicles from shaggy fur, a hollow stare that seeks a finish line but doesn't recognize what it sees.
A hoarse breath struggles against frozen lungs, blinking frostbitten lashes as blue-tinged lips move in encouragement, "See Moonbeam.... and Robinheart... for your wounds..." They who had only one life to spare, who had decorated themselves in marks of their loyalty. Who'd defended Sunningrocks for the umpteenth time of their young lives... How many more times would they be made to spill their blood for the sake of a place to bathe in warm light come spring? Could they even be promised that small joy at this rate...?
Joints buckle in a jagged movement of a body losing its will to move. They shudder against the cold that has grown so intense it feels more like fire under their skin instead.
-- return following this thread: [here]! this would've been weeks before the gathering! -
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