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Vilmah

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The sky was a pale grey blue, empty of clouds. In spite of the brightness, and the small yellow sun, there was no warmth. White painful cold radiated through her skin, chilling her to the bone.

Vilmah Bloodborne lie still, covered in the snow she remembered without much fondness. Somewhere in her memory, she recalled nights alone in exile, her only company the same wolfdog that she was tricked into buying so long ago. Where was he now? Edmund was big enough for her to ride, but only just so. He didn't have the toothy maw of a wolf that most orcs would consider passable, but a constantly wagging tongue and ears that flopped at the tips. He was a sweet  creature, more likely to nuzzle an enemy than to attack unless firmly guided. When he did clamp his jaws down on someone, however, he did not let go. He could crush bones with those jaws, but he had little to no desire to do so. Not unless she really needed him to. He was a misfit from the beginning, and she loved him.

Where was he, now?

She knew that in the snow she would be numb, eventually, but for the moment it was only pain. The cold was slowly freezing her skin, layer by layer, killing the nerves within. Trapped.

An avalanche? The weight of it would not allow her to move. Attempting to flex the fingers of her left hand, she realized quickly there was no response. Her mechanical arm was gone, and all she was left with was the heavy snow that covered her up to her chin, burying her within. All she could see is the sky, and all she could hear was the silence.

Help! She tried to shout, but her voice would not work. Did something destroy it, before? Has she been yelling all this time?

Is anyone there?

I'm going to die here, she understands. This was her fate, for some reason. She was alone, cold, and no one would come for her. The clouds drift in, and once again, snow began to fall, burying her alive.

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Vilmah awoke from her nightmare without much noise, her eyes opening in the dark to stare wordlessly at the stone ceiling of her bedroom in Razor Hill. The orcess was still wearing the same under armor she had on the day before; plain gray linen pants and a shirt. The gray almost matched the stone walls of her room, and with her furs tossed to the floor at some point, it was no wonder she dreamed of freezing to death. Idly, she wondered how long it took Garinth to pick away at that stone, to create each individual room, and what it must have felt like to see it filled with so many new people. She remembered the shy blind half orc she met as a young girl, and recalled just how surprised she was to see him again during the war against the Legion.

Surprised and relieved.

That relief felt like it happened ages ago. He was gone again, and his partner, Greywind, was dead. Sleeping at her side and taking up half of her bed, Edmund snored noisily. At her feat and at her head, Greywind's puppies joined him in the chorus. Surrounded by canines, there was a certain comfort and familiarity that tugged at a smile in the corners of her mouth. It didn't get very far. The magic time piece on her wall indicated that she had been sleeping less than two hours, and her body wanted her up. 

Careful not to disturb the puppies, Vilmah pushed herself from her back and slid both legs from the bed. The puppies didn't seem to mind, but Edmund's eyes opened to watch her climb out of bed and move toward her desk. She was nearly silent on bare feet, and the puppies dozed on. Fuzzbutt, finding the warmth of Vilmah's head missing, rolled into Edmund instead. The wolfdog snorted but didn't object.

Meditate, she thought to herself, pulling out a sheet of paper and a quill. I need to meditate, and I can't do it if I can't clear my mind.

Staring at the blank sheet, Vilmah waited for the words to come to her. They were one part prayer, one part an emptying of thoughts. The words were jumbled and not as coherent as she would have liked, but she poured every thought trapped inside of her on to the page. Before long, it was full of her anger and frustration, and tears blurred her vision. When she finished emptying every thought, Vilmah blew on the page to help the ink dry, and folded it.

Edmund raised his head, and the puppies yawned simultaneously. With all three canines at her feet, she went outside.

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The sun hadn't begun to rise as Vilmah stepped on to the sand, still barefoot, with two huge puppies and Edmund behind her. They were still sleepy enough not to cause a fuss, though Edmund made sure to keep an eye on them both as Vilmah found the small cactus garden cultivated by their other resident shaman, Alinah. Sitting down crosslegged in the sand, Edmund lay down a few feet away and was joined by Furface and Fuzzbutt. The cold desert air chilled Vilmah enough that she briefly considered going back in to grab a sweater, but the prickling of her skin reminded her of the dream, and it settled her.

Reaching into one of her pockets, she pulled out a stick of incense and flint. Sticking the incense into the ground in front of her, she then retrieved the piece of paper that she wrote before, and struck the flint to light it. With the folded paper's flame, she lit the incense and sat the burning paper down on the sand. Quickly, it burned to black ashes as the smoke joined the wafting thread of incense. The sight of her words burning away into nothingness drew a strange calm over her, and Vilmah finally closed her eyes to meditate.

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