Vermillion,
Lion of Prideless
Played by Twesh
The altitude- the thinner oxygen. Surely it was playing tricks on his brain? As he scaled the mountain he'd felt the struggle of his lungs, he felt the subtle changes throughout his body as he climbed upwards. Each bit further brought some challenges, pleasantly so. For the lion who loved to tear himself apart mentally it was welcome relief to feel the struggles of his physical body instead. His brain was quiet, his focus on the deepening of his breaths and the lurking tiredness in the background. It was in his daze he thought he smelled something familiar; something that stirred a warmth and love in his heart nothing could tear away from him. There was a time he'd feared her absence, he'd feared losing her, but now that they'd been split for a time and that fear had become realized Vermillion was no longer slave to it. Without chains he ushered in a hopeful joy- a desperate plea to the sky this was not some trick of the altitude.

Hesitantly he paced upwards along an incline in the direction the breeze had come from. His gait perhaps a little too haphazard for mountain climbing, oh how his mother would fret if she saw the disregard he gave the loose pebbles and uneven earth as he chugged his way along trying to track her down. The breeze ceased, the smell clung in his nose but faded away from the world around him. He was alone again, in the quiet still of the mountain. A dream, a fantasy... that was all it was right?

@Erenvel
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