Chill Ya To The Bone

The mournful Borzoi almost seems surprised when Zenith approaches her and the wolf watches as the creature sniffles back some tears before turning to lead the way. With that, the pair move, the red-hued woman keeping close to her guides tail as she is lead into a perpetual fog. Everything loses meaning here as her eyes and ears are all but blinded by this unnatural mist. The salty scent of her guide leads the woman on and she spies flashes of blue out ahead of her.

Finally, the fog thins out and Zen stops to cast her gaze around to find that she is in a small clearing that is surrounded by the largest weeping willows she has ever seen. Mouth drops open in awe as she continues to looks around, taking in beauty that this strange place offers. Her eyes are drawn to pond in the center of the clearing and she slowly moves toward the water with its mirror like surface. Peeking into the waters, she sees her surprised features staring back her and she shrinks back for moment because it is so surreal.

Yet, as the woman’s gaze moves out over the pond, she finds a swirling whirl-pool some distance away. Eyes turn back to her guide and she watches the blue woman sit and motion out toward the lake in expectation and Zenith nods her understanding. Turning back to the task at hand, she takes a deep breath and plunges into the water depths. Ripples mar pristine the surface for a moment as she disappears underneath but the woman quickly reappears. With strong, even strokes, she attempts to swim out to the whirlpool in the middle of the lake.


"Zenith Praetor"