sic semper tyranis

For quite a while now she'd been a loner. Exploring the vast structure of her new surroundings since being left her. Taking time throughout the days to hunt, sleep, and rest. Even now, she rested within the warm structures of the Cathedral. A small seal carcass just at the very base of the entrance itself. Its weight a bit too much for her to drag fully inside. The biting cold outside had become too much for her. Temperatures dropping as if the current season did not matter here. Perhaps it didn't at all. As snow still clung to the terrain with an iron grip. Her steps long disappeared from the night's previous snowstorm. And yet, the sun still shined brightly in the clear skin. Its blaze did not melt the snow; however, leaving a small amount of heat to not freeze over any inhabitants that may come through this place.

Her tongue licked over an itch that appeared at her side. Using the front of teeth to scratch the spot for relief. Chesna having just woken up from a nap. There wasn't much of anything to do. After leaving Ashen and no longer living the life of a slave, the Russian woman didn't have much of a direction. Not even a destination as to where her life should be led. She always had an owner. A master to tell her what to do and what not to do. So, it felt quite odd that she now did things on her own accord. Did she miss it? Some part of her did. Ches still craved the need to be useful to someone. Anyone. But, she wasn't in any rush to do so. Choosing for the moment to enjoy her temporary freedom.


Walk~"Chesna"~Thought