these nights never go to plan; izora lethia

[voracity]

who gives a damn if we lose the war?

For the first two years of his short life, Voracity had been drawn away from Pangea to explore the different lands of Beqanna. Something though had drawn him to Taiga first. Maybe it was his father's blood that coursed through him. His great grandfather, Demian, had been a large factor in pushing back the mist and revealing this place when the mountain had risen and the lands had rearranged. Demian had loved and respected this beautiful forest he had come to call home and rule.

If Voracity was the superstitious type and knew his family's history, he may truly have believed that he was here for that reason. That, or ending up here would have been a simple decision and not just a supernatural draw to the forest.

With careful steps, Voracity slowly made his way through the winter's snow and watched as the sun glittered brilliantly off the snow covered pines overhead. Winter was his most hated season due to the cold temperatures and wet nature of the weather, though he had a hard time denying to himself that it was in fact, pretty.

It's only moments before he notices a buckskin mare standing up ahead and for a moment a war wages in his mind. Should he ignore her? Should he approach her? Coming to a stop, he watches her carefully, his body wiggling as he tries to fight the cold from sinking towards his bones. It's the freezing temperatures that push him forward and before long he finds himself next to the mare, his heart beating slowly as a blue eye gazes upwards. "Hello," he greets her. "Do you know who I would talk to about living here? The question is unexpected, even for him, but instead of feigning his surprise his features stay calm and relaxed, though the breath in his chest threatens to quicken.

VORACITY

let the walls come down. let the engines roar.

THANKS FOR THE HTML LAURA !

@[Izora Lethia] Hi, Voracity would like to join Taiga. He also doesn't know about any of the drama going on. He just likes the forest