A Certainty of Cold
Frost 1st, 123rd Year, A.o.S.
Though his ventures to the North had been somewhat fruitful, they still only raised more questions than answers for the lupine demigod. Lykos was in a bit of a predicament because of what little he learned, only because the added pieces of the puzzle didn't quite seem to match yet. There were elements to it that remained missing and, truthfully, what he did find brought little clarity to his situation overall.
His 'immediate' pack which he'd left behind in the North seemed plausible, and, while he'd thought he'd found home once again... therein lingered the issue that nothing stirred in the place he needed it to most. Frankly, nothing about Kalzasi nor his northern pack evoked anything from him. No emotions save for the frustration of seeking answers, only to find that they may never exist there to begin with.
His cursed lack of memory only made it worse, since he had nothing to really convince him otherwise either. Yet, the fact this Telion he'd met with a few times provided him something of substantial value, the lupine draegir found him to at least be a little closer back to his original self. If only through her as a proxy. Still, the box of lorestones had only further fed into his spiraling curiosity, and having spent the majority of his attention on the Cold Room, he'd dedicated himself to finishing the project entirely now.
Athalia had been cleansed of the Void, and Telion would've undoubtedly wanted these recorded memories returned. So, as Lykos sat centered in the middle of the room, the glyph beneath his rump continued to radiate a cold so familiar only to him; one that not even the North could imitate. As he'd looked up from the marble-sized lorestone he held, Lykos had finished yet another vivid memory told through the eyes of this stranger. What he saw only continued to perplex him, in yet another spiral of troubled confusion, because of the fact he witnessed another life.
A life that certainly involved him, or at least someone who looked like him, when those who knew this version no longer remembered him to begin with. But alas, there were more pieces of an ever-expanding puzzle, and frankly, the demigod grew a bit tired of torturing himself in such a manner. Thus, as he tilted the lid of the box open, he watched as both the original and the newer pictograph flared to life, with the insertion of the lorestone he'd just observed with weary eyes. It had been of this... Rickter as he was called, and the time he had spent playing with the two young boys.
They had outgrown the newborn stage but were still infants, as the eerily similar version of Lykos lifted and moved their legs a few times. It was evident this man was happily content at that moment, but Lykos, felt as though he were watching a stranger providing care for their children. But enough of that... He pulled himself out of that mental rabbit hole, determined to hone his attention back into the immediate moment in time. Something was afoot.
The Cold Room had literally bathed in his aether since before Ash began, and every well had done an excellent job of absorbing it, and redirecting the energies throughout the room across the glyph's network. All his theories and principles had slowly come together, and in the process, he'd gained rather invaluable insight into who he currently was. As Lykos observed the glowering walls around him, the sheen of frost that had accumulated in the room glimmered with his Divine Presence. And now... as the celestials shifted their turn into the new season...
Frostlyth shards started to condense and grow from the center of each glyph, gradually spreading across the walls as the room itself brightened. For however long the endless Winter lingered prior, Frost had marked the true return of the season entirely. And it was thanks to that Lykos felt more than just the turn of time, though brief, he felt a rather powerful shift within him also. Things were beginning to change now, and there were forces at work he couldn't comprehend... yet. Well now... Isn't this interesting.
He couldn't help but muse to himself as he picked up the memory box, still rather baffled by the application of Traversion that had been used to it. Telion did have a lot of memories stored within, enough to be overwhelming evidence of Lykos' prior life. But for now, he wanted to focus on his current one. Thus, he took the box with him to walk toward the door, and proceeded to give it a few knocks to signal the sentinels outside. Lykos kept ready to cross the threshold in stride, as the sentinels were keen to shut the door behind him.
It would be later that morning, that the reports would've reached the Vigil himself. And should he have wanted to come himself, then Lykos made sure to plan for that as well, but he certainly wanted to accommodate the other two who made the completion of this project possible for him. And so, when Hilana and Athalia were called to meet with him in from of the Cold Chamber, Lykos would be found waiting patiently there after a refreshing nap.
Frost 1st, 123rd Year, A.o.S.
Though his ventures to the North had been somewhat fruitful, they still only raised more questions than answers for the lupine demigod. Lykos was in a bit of a predicament because of what little he learned, only because the added pieces of the puzzle didn't quite seem to match yet. There were elements to it that remained missing and, truthfully, what he did find brought little clarity to his situation overall.
His 'immediate' pack which he'd left behind in the North seemed plausible, and, while he'd thought he'd found home once again... therein lingered the issue that nothing stirred in the place he needed it to most. Frankly, nothing about Kalzasi nor his northern pack evoked anything from him. No emotions save for the frustration of seeking answers, only to find that they may never exist there to begin with.
His cursed lack of memory only made it worse, since he had nothing to really convince him otherwise either. Yet, the fact this Telion he'd met with a few times provided him something of substantial value, the lupine draegir found him to at least be a little closer back to his original self. If only through her as a proxy. Still, the box of lorestones had only further fed into his spiraling curiosity, and having spent the majority of his attention on the Cold Room, he'd dedicated himself to finishing the project entirely now.
Athalia had been cleansed of the Void, and Telion would've undoubtedly wanted these recorded memories returned. So, as Lykos sat centered in the middle of the room, the glyph beneath his rump continued to radiate a cold so familiar only to him; one that not even the North could imitate. As he'd looked up from the marble-sized lorestone he held, Lykos had finished yet another vivid memory told through the eyes of this stranger. What he saw only continued to perplex him, in yet another spiral of troubled confusion, because of the fact he witnessed another life.
A life that certainly involved him, or at least someone who looked like him, when those who knew this version no longer remembered him to begin with. But alas, there were more pieces of an ever-expanding puzzle, and frankly, the demigod grew a bit tired of torturing himself in such a manner. Thus, as he tilted the lid of the box open, he watched as both the original and the newer pictograph flared to life, with the insertion of the lorestone he'd just observed with weary eyes. It had been of this... Rickter as he was called, and the time he had spent playing with the two young boys.
They had outgrown the newborn stage but were still infants, as the eerily similar version of Lykos lifted and moved their legs a few times. It was evident this man was happily content at that moment, but Lykos, felt as though he were watching a stranger providing care for their children. But enough of that... He pulled himself out of that mental rabbit hole, determined to hone his attention back into the immediate moment in time. Something was afoot.
The Cold Room had literally bathed in his aether since before Ash began, and every well had done an excellent job of absorbing it, and redirecting the energies throughout the room across the glyph's network. All his theories and principles had slowly come together, and in the process, he'd gained rather invaluable insight into who he currently was. As Lykos observed the glowering walls around him, the sheen of frost that had accumulated in the room glimmered with his Divine Presence. And now... as the celestials shifted their turn into the new season...
Frostlyth shards started to condense and grow from the center of each glyph, gradually spreading across the walls as the room itself brightened. For however long the endless Winter lingered prior, Frost had marked the true return of the season entirely. And it was thanks to that Lykos felt more than just the turn of time, though brief, he felt a rather powerful shift within him also. Things were beginning to change now, and there were forces at work he couldn't comprehend... yet. Well now... Isn't this interesting.
He couldn't help but muse to himself as he picked up the memory box, still rather baffled by the application of Traversion that had been used to it. Telion did have a lot of memories stored within, enough to be overwhelming evidence of Lykos' prior life. But for now, he wanted to focus on his current one. Thus, he took the box with him to walk toward the door, and proceeded to give it a few knocks to signal the sentinels outside. Lykos kept ready to cross the threshold in stride, as the sentinels were keen to shut the door behind him.
It would be later that morning, that the reports would've reached the Vigil himself. And should he have wanted to come himself, then Lykos made sure to plan for that as well, but he certainly wanted to accommodate the other two who made the completion of this project possible for him. And so, when Hilana and Athalia were called to meet with him in from of the Cold Chamber, Lykos would be found waiting patiently there after a refreshing nap.
