[Aurra]

A u r r a

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The snow gently undulated down to the barren soil below, blanketing the dead in a wintery tomb. It won't be long until the call of life-giving Spring breathes animation back into the dormant foliage, but until then, all entities were at the mercy of Winter's adversity.

Just the way she liked it.

A young woman lay atop a boulder, splayed out as she basked in what little moonlight seeped through the cloudy skies. She wrapped her tail over her hind legs as she crossed her forepaws, snow-white hair falling gracefully over her face as she laid her head to rest on her paws. Each leg bore a remnant of a creature long past. Rib bones wrapped around her legs, tied and held in place by thin vines. The top of a doe's skull lay next to her head, a makeshift mask that she enjoyed putting on parade in honor of her father's teachings.

It was very much apparent that the young woman was completely at ease here, especially during this time of year. It was her father's season, after all. Both her parents represented the harbingers of death; Anduril as Autumn and Damascus as Winter. Aurra took great pride in her parents' alignments, even though she hardly saw them anymore. After Elysium disbanded, she stuck with her parents for a time until she felt the pull of independence. Aurra was a year old now, and she couldn't be more content with her life thus far.

But she had to admit, she did miss company at times.

Some days, Aurra hid away from the world, not wishing to be bothered by petty nuisances that were trying to scrounge for any scrap of survival. Other days, she found entertainment in such afflictions as the waywards fought a hopeless battle against Death. Imbeciles. No one escapes Death, but it was fun to see them try.

However, those moments weren't the same as the moments she spent with her family. It was a big change to go from being in a pack to being a loner with no one to scratch your back when the going gets tough.

But that was neither here nor there. It did not do to dwell on such things. Aurra had claimed her independence and she would stick by that. If the perfect opportunity arose where she could join another pack, perhaps she'd take it...but for now, she was perfectly happy being the mysterious, creepy witch-like entity that wandered these woods.

Perhaps a lucky soul would happen upon her basking in the moonlight on this eerie night.

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