traits wrote:base/fur: med. full mane
wings: medium feathered
ears: teddy
tail: custom
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the snowy tundra was a hostile place. but aput knew no difference; his love for the snow and the unfriendly environment overpowered any feelings of hatred others had for the hell he called home. aput never imagined living anywhere else. he had always been a loner; he left his tribe as a young fable and never turned back.
but, as most good things do, it came to an end.
it began slowly - aput would notice that the winter seasons would be the tiniest bit shorter, with the snow beginning to melt sooner than the years before. he would shrug it off, tell himself that maybe the snow wasn't as thick as it had been the previous season. the snow would melt, as it always did, and summer would come - but.. it was hotter than before, more sweltering. again, he would shake it off, convincing himself that perhaps the sun's rays were stronger this year.
it felt as though before aput could even blink, the winters got warmer and the off-seasons even hotter. the snow wouldn't stick to the ground anymore; his hooves would burn underneath his weight as he would gallop through the rocky, desolate, scorching terrain - desperate, calling out to his gods for a reason why. why was his home blistering beneath him? why did the snow leave and never return?
aput watched as more and more fables left - some of his tribe, some he knew not. always from a distance; but, he wished to know where they were going. his fur was too thick for the raging heat, and aput found himself suddenly longing for a different home. fear and anxiety clutched his soul as he would sneak around tribes, straining, listening, hoping for an idea of where every-fable had gone... praying that wherever they all had escaped to had snow. his heart yearned for the frigid atmosphere, for the crunch underneath his hooves as he would gallop through freshly-lain snow and ice. the first few times that he dared to venture close to any tribe, he couldn't hear anything of value. he kept going back, though, time and time again. until he finally heard it:
elysion.
it was a jumbled whisper, said quickly and in a hushed tone. elysion... he had heard of the place briefly in his childhood, but everytime it was mentioned, it had sounded like a fairy-tale. his parents had scoffed whenever it was brought up in gatherings; they had chided that it was too good to be true and had told him to ignore the word whenever he heard it. but, now his parents were gone, as well as his hope that his home would recover. aput knew that it was now or never, and he decided to take that chance.
through the grapevine, he had heard that there were parts of elysion that were blanketed in thick, welcoming snow, upon the highest peaks surrounding the capitol. upon hearing his, aput's mind was made: he would travel to elysion and rebuild the life he once had within the snowy tundra.
heart heavy with emotions he couldn't quite place, aput foraged on and started afresh within the mountaintops of elysion.
