02-12-2019, 10:12 PM
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tw: blood, violence, injuries, abandonment, abuse
Echo, that was the only name they knew, well, they knew they had a different name, the name that they were born with. But for the longest time, a few years, they'd been called Echo. For the first few years of their life, they hadn't really said anything, except for repeating back what others said to them, probably how they had gotten their nickname, and with that, who needed a real name? A sense of identity? Echo frowned for a moment, they usually didn't let dark thoughts like these cloud their mind.
They had to remember to stay positive, positivity was important, they could do anything if they set their mind to it. However, their past was riddled with negatives, abuse, hate (not their own, but others). It was interesting how the child had escaped that mentality, remaining convinced that everyone was good, or at least, had good in them. Echo was barely eight years old, (though they didn't quite know when their real birthday was), they just celebrated it on the shortest day of the year, December 21st. Not that they always knew when that day was around.
They had often wondered why life had played them the hand it had, and while they never got the answer, they still were convinced that there had to be a reason. There was a reason for everything, right? Echo didn't think they could live in a world where there wasn't. They were bundled up in a coat that was far too big for them, underneath a monster of a sweater kept them warmer against the biting chill of the mid-morning.
Atop their curly blond hair, a hat was pulled down (though it kept riding up because it was too big for them). They were wearing jeans, a size too small for their already tiny frame, and boots that looked worn and for a child much older than them. The outfit was completed by a pair of gloves that their fingers swam in, and a long scarf wound around their neck so many times that it nearly touched their nose.
In all, Echo was more or less warm against the frigid weather of the place to which they were traveling. Though, it seemed like ages since they had set out on their long journey up the mountain. The had with them a shaggy pony, and while they had been riding the animal for a few hours at a time, it was important to let the creature rest (after all, the equine could get just as tired as Echo themself could.)
They coughed, a wet sticky cough, the sound of it rattling around their small head. They were about half a mile from the lodge now, though, with the snow blowing directly in their face it was hard to make out the building as their feet crunched in the seemingly endless snow stretching out in front of them. Oh, if only they were somewhere safe, somewhere warm... they felt so, so tired now. All they wanted was to curl up into a corner and sleep for eternity. And while they were somewhat protected from the elements, they still felt cold.
They heard a voice from somewhere up high call some words, perhaps it was at them? They weren't certain, but, they decided to answer the challenge. "Identify yourself!" Their teeth chattered as they opened their mouth to speak, and it took a fair minute to figure out what to say. "E-Echo." Their voice seemed muted, quiet in the raging snow and wind, maybe the guard couldn't even hear them? "ECHO." They shouted at the top of their lungs, contending with the sounds around them.
Wrapping their arms around them, they stood close to the pony who placidly stood beside them, though they were sure that the animal felt the effects of the cold. They were glad that they had something to stand against, body warmth, company, they got lonely sometimes. Maybe someone would come to see if they were okay? They looked towards the door of the lodge, squinting, hoping that someone would come out... they didn't want to get into trouble.
tw: blood, violence, injuries, abandonment, abuse
Echo, that was the only name they knew, well, they knew they had a different name, the name that they were born with. But for the longest time, a few years, they'd been called Echo. For the first few years of their life, they hadn't really said anything, except for repeating back what others said to them, probably how they had gotten their nickname, and with that, who needed a real name? A sense of identity? Echo frowned for a moment, they usually didn't let dark thoughts like these cloud their mind.
They had to remember to stay positive, positivity was important, they could do anything if they set their mind to it. However, their past was riddled with negatives, abuse, hate (not their own, but others). It was interesting how the child had escaped that mentality, remaining convinced that everyone was good, or at least, had good in them. Echo was barely eight years old, (though they didn't quite know when their real birthday was), they just celebrated it on the shortest day of the year, December 21st. Not that they always knew when that day was around.
They had often wondered why life had played them the hand it had, and while they never got the answer, they still were convinced that there had to be a reason. There was a reason for everything, right? Echo didn't think they could live in a world where there wasn't. They were bundled up in a coat that was far too big for them, underneath a monster of a sweater kept them warmer against the biting chill of the mid-morning.
Atop their curly blond hair, a hat was pulled down (though it kept riding up because it was too big for them). They were wearing jeans, a size too small for their already tiny frame, and boots that looked worn and for a child much older than them. The outfit was completed by a pair of gloves that their fingers swam in, and a long scarf wound around their neck so many times that it nearly touched their nose.
In all, Echo was more or less warm against the frigid weather of the place to which they were traveling. Though, it seemed like ages since they had set out on their long journey up the mountain. The had with them a shaggy pony, and while they had been riding the animal for a few hours at a time, it was important to let the creature rest (after all, the equine could get just as tired as Echo themself could.)
They coughed, a wet sticky cough, the sound of it rattling around their small head. They were about half a mile from the lodge now, though, with the snow blowing directly in their face it was hard to make out the building as their feet crunched in the seemingly endless snow stretching out in front of them. Oh, if only they were somewhere safe, somewhere warm... they felt so, so tired now. All they wanted was to curl up into a corner and sleep for eternity. And while they were somewhat protected from the elements, they still felt cold.
They heard a voice from somewhere up high call some words, perhaps it was at them? They weren't certain, but, they decided to answer the challenge. "Identify yourself!" Their teeth chattered as they opened their mouth to speak, and it took a fair minute to figure out what to say. "E-Echo." Their voice seemed muted, quiet in the raging snow and wind, maybe the guard couldn't even hear them? "ECHO." They shouted at the top of their lungs, contending with the sounds around them.
Wrapping their arms around them, they stood close to the pony who placidly stood beside them, though they were sure that the animal felt the effects of the cold. They were glad that they had something to stand against, body warmth, company, they got lonely sometimes. Maybe someone would come to see if they were okay? They looked towards the door of the lodge, squinting, hoping that someone would come out... they didn't want to get into trouble.
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