indentHer life, like usual, had been a roller coaster or problems and emotions. She should have been used to it by now, honestly, but each time something happened she was just as surprised as the last time. Chimera, Syemv, Aremys, Syemv once again, and finally Storm. That was five homes that she'd lost, five packs that she'd lost, and it was finally starting to take it's toll on her. Things had finally calmed down though, smoothed themselves out for the most part, but it wasn't a feeling that the raven colored lady was going to let herself get used to. Honestly, though, what more did she have to lose?
indentRather than question it and list the few things that she had left, Phasma had decided, at some point or another, to take an evening stroll. With the small baby blue blanket wrapped tightly over her shoulders, hands holding it closed on the inside, the onyx woman made her way away from Jaded Shadows and the warmth of the den. Luckily for her there was very little wind, which made her travels in the falling snow all the more peaceful. From mountain to mountain she went, farther upward than she would have usually gone, until it was so clear and so high up that she was almost certain she could touch the moon.
indentIt wasn't the moon that caught her attention as she continued on her way though, rather, it was the form of someone lying in the snow. At first uncertain, the pace of the slate eyed woman slowed, inching her way closer. It wasn't until she was a few feet away that she spoke, clearing her throat once before allowing her words to escape. "Are you alright?" There was a faint sound of concern in her voice, unsure if the other was hurt or simply laying there.
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