Kylar Blint
Snow....? Kylar stood looking into the sky, his blood slowed yet his heart beat faster. He had missed the beautiful grace of falling snow, how it drifted down on it's silent journey to meet the ground, how it lay in peace with it's brothers until the heat of the day was to melt them away. Tears flowed from his eyes as he allowed himself to slowly crumple to his knees. But he knew something was wrong, he never remembered getting to where he was.
Kylar opened his eyes awakening to the morning dawn, the tears still running down his dusted face. He sat up and rubbed the tears from their falling paths, he was not to go home ever again... As so he had sworn. Kylar rolled from his bed dropping from the perch of his most recent camp. He fell from the tall branches of the oaken protector he had taken use of from the night before. He checked his overnight trap and found that nothing had crossed it's path. He dismantled the stick trap and laid it gently nearby so that it would cause no useless harm. His heart heavy he wondered why he had even left and broken his promises... No he still intended to fulfill them but he had to take some time for himself once again. When was it the last time he had even cared what he wanted.
'What is it I even want?' he thought to himself
'A Peaceful War? The End? Happiness? No.. I simply want to be.... Content?' Kylar began to pack up his equipment: His bed roll and blankets as well as his unwashed cooking utensils. It was time he made good on his promises.
