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*Irilyth*

The small sandy-blonde fae trudged wearily across the open prairies, doing her best to ignore the rain that was falling down around her. The chilly autumn day had begun simply as cloudy, but it hadn't taken long for those heavy storm clouds to begin to open up across Boreas. The rain wasn't too heavy yet, just a steady sprinkling that threatened to get worse at a moment's notice. Raspberry red eyes tried to stay up on the horizon as she walked aimlessly with no destination in mind. Her paws were covered in a plethora of cuts, some old and healing and some fresh, from when she'd escaped that massive dangerous brute down in Auster, and from the general travel she'd made from the southern continent up to Boreas. The more distance she could put between herself and that psychopath, the better...

Irilyth's body ached, tired and ready to collapse, but still she forced herself forward. Her stomach growled, but no prey was in sight, all the little edible mammals seeking shelter from the storm. She pursed her lips and sighed, scanning the horizon with futility. Was this truly how she died, alone and out in the middle of nowhere with no one around? She'd always known she couldn't survive on her own in the wild, but never had she actually expected for the ruthlessness of nature to claim her. Perhaps that had been her hubris, and perhaps this was what she deserved. But she refused to give up just yet.

Tiny paws plodding across the muddy ground, Irilyth began to head east, hoping to come across somewhere to rest and wait out the storm, or perhaps find a kill to scavenge from. At this rate, she wouldn't survive more than a couple of days out here—not without someone to rescue her from her own predicament.

"Irílyth"

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