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Mistakes, journeys, Promises, and death. Freyan Isolde lundstørm is no stranger to these. This is an intricate backstory put into many parts to give more life and history to the characters surrounding him.
⚠️SPOIL...
It's a foggy morning deep in the pine forest. Freyan wakes up in a unusual place, a porch, with a saddle bag filled with his possessions. "What the.. hell" Freyan says as he picks himself up from a unkept wooden porch. He tacks up his horse destrey, and heads off into the woods for the first time ever. Even the smallest caw of a crow spooked him, his horse is less skiddish than Freyan is. He continues through the woods until late afternoon when he finally starts a downhill tread on a freshly treated path. Suddenly, he hears "watch where you're going!"... this girl, 18/19, red hair, hazel green eyes, about 5'9 seemed a bit scuffed up from the incident.
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"Sorry!" Freyan says, as he halts and hops off his horse, "are you okay?! I didn't even see you." He says, as he examines her, scanning for any looks of injury. "Don't worry, I'm okay! It's like you have never seen people around these parts.. well I'm Alana Jölt, I perform at a tavern about an hour from here. You should come around sometime," she smiles. Frey tilts his head in confusion, "what village?" "Luchin! It's a wonderful place, full of wonderful people and a lively music scene, you should hang around a while- unless.. you have somewhere to be that is." His eyes light up a bit, "I would love to, why don't you hop on des and we can get you down there. No more incidents." "Sounds lovely!" She says, as she slips her hands around freyans waist.
About 45 minutes passes, it's just about dusk as Freyan and Alana wander into the village. Around center village he sees this beautiful place, with a swinging sign that reads "The Emerald Wulf." Alana rushes him in, upon entering he hears the bustling crowd in the tavern, impatiently waiting for the star of the town. Freyan finds a seat in the back of the tavern, near the entrance to the inn. After about an hour, alana had finished her performance, scanning the crowd for her new friend as she spots a passed out Freyan, on a quite old sunken in couch. The crowd had seemed to settle out as the tavern became less busy, Alana went over to freyan, and brought him up to her room by picking him up cradle style, and bringing him to her room, laying him down on her spare bed, and awaiting the morning.
The Next Day: "A-Alana?" Freyan calls out, a quick "morning!" Comes from Alana. "You know you didn't need to do this for me. I'm fine on my own." She glares at him, "just common courtesy. Breakfast?" She asks, he springs out of bed, and basically scarves down his food, Alana had never seen someone so hungry.
The next few weeks have passed, they started feeling a bit more comfortable around each other, and considering freyans circumstances, he and Alana ended up buying a house on the edge of the village and woods, with land for destrey and alanas horse Maine to settle in comfortably. They also have a black wolf named blue. Freyan had this weird feeling to the whole thing, what the hell is going on.. he realized there were feelings between the two, so for the next two years.. life is perfect... this is where it begins, Alana Jölt x Freyan lundstørm.
