And The Thunder Rolls...

The winter had not been kind to Eulogy, the cold temperatures along with her arthritic joints had made the cold months miserable. And just when things were looking up… disaster struck. The kind, caring headmistress, Theory, had disappeared and Abaven had dissolved with all the members dispersing to the wind. The older woman knows she should have sent word to Void that she was alive but Eulogy had been so focused on just surviving the winter that it had slipped her mind. Now, she slowly, makes her way to Ashen’s borders, trying to figure out what she is going to say when she sees her son. Sorry I was gone so long? Hey grandmother’s dead… can I stay with you?... Surprise?

She scoffs at the thoughts, banishing them from her tired mind. Before Eulogy had made the trek down, she had left word with Gloom and Spirit to find her here. Soon enough, the white barked trees strung with white ivy came into view and the old wolf stops a good distance from the border. It has taken a lot of effort to get here and she sits heavy upon the ground. Tilting her head back, Eulogy lets out an uncertain call for her Void, part of wondering if he even wants to see her. With that done, she slides down onto her belly and rests her head on legs for a moment, allowing her aching joints a moments peace.

"Eulogy Destruction"