[spoiler]Probably one of the best posts I've ever read, tp be honest. It really shows a lot about Fenrir - about his past, about his experiences. Magnificient post.[/spoiler] [i]As the man completed his prayer and sat silently upon the summit of the Ko Rudo mountains, another being began to climb the treachorous slopes and rocks of the ageless cliffs, as if they were attempting to reach Fenrir himself, a longing to meet the hardened, glorious warrior and man driving them to keep going. And through the raging blizzard and dastardly winds...they approached, as their ferocity grew with each step taken. [/i] [i]The approaching figure was somewhat feminine in their posture, her body hidden away by the thick layers of a white fabric and wool longcoat jacket. wrapped around her body and insulating heat for her trip to the summit of the mountain. Her hands were hidden away by thick wool gloves that covered her fingers, the same could be said for her legs and feet - a hood was pulled over her head, as she bore a facemask to cover up her facial features and nose, although some parts of her face could be seen. Smooth pale skin, the color of snow itself, covered her skull as her stern silver eyes looked forwards, as she found herself laying them upon...Fenrir.[/i] [i]Upon the young woman's neck was a leather-bound stone cross, an object that seemed to have been crafted years ago, when she was still young and back at her home - the edges and design were smooth yet sharp, simple yet surprisingly exquisite at the same time. It was bound to her neck by a leather string, which was aged yet still held the object with it's remaining strength. The woman bore no forms of weaponry upon her body - no fancy swords or highly valued firearms or enchanted staffs - absolutely nothing. She would not need them.[/i] [i]The shuffling of light wool boots could be heard stomping through snow and dirt as the woman made her way to Fenrir, before stopping next to the praying warrior. She looked down upon him, not with a look of spite or displeasure, but with a faint apologetic look - as if she had disturbed his ceremony with her very arrival, as if she believed that her very presence would bother him.[/i] [i]As the howling winds of the mountains whistled in the background, the woman kneeled down next to Fenrir, as she looked over at him with curious silver eyes.[/i] "Excuse me, sir," [i]She spoke with a slight British accent, her young voice light and filled with responsibility.[/i] "...Do you mind if I pray alongside you this holy day, instead of spending it senselessly fighting my fellow man and woman? I hope you do not, although I wouldn't mind if you did." [i]She spoke kindly, as she removed the cross necklace and clasped it tightly between her gloved fingers.[/i]