[Toragana] The Nevis Mountains

Down one of perhaps hundreds of mountain passes in The Nevis Mountain, a lone traveler trekked. He wore a garb of black fur and leather, to fight back the biting cold of those sky-scraping mountains - yet still he shivered ever so slightly whenever a particularly strong gust of wind hit him. He took his time as he meandered further and further into those dangerous mountains. With him, he carried a walking stick of old gnarled oak, poking it cautiously into the snow-covered ground ahead as he walked. Upon his back, a pack one might assume was filled with everything he needed for his sustained travel and survival. 

The lone traveler would do what he does best, travel. He worried not where he was going, he was going nowhere for all he knew. He had simply picked a direction and started walking, long ago surpassing the last signs of civilization he had seen. 

Enigma would reach the gorge, approaching its edge cautiously, probing the ground with his walking stick as he did so.

Once he approached that edge, he would risk leaning forward, to peer down it and see if there was a bottom in sight. The view he got instead was not one he initially expected, though. The pitch blackness of that yawning void sent a chill down his spine colder than any cold wind could bring, and he even shivered. The darkness brought back only bad memories for him, so much so he could not bear to be in a dark place for very long. 

He backed away from the gorge then, looking around to see if he could find a way around it, over it, or maybe a new path to follow. 

Enigma's eyes flickered to and fro as he searched for a solution to his problem, combing over the surrounding snowy mountains more than a few times before affixing on that single jutted out rock. He had seen it before but had simply passed over it, only now that he felt the winds picking up did he come back to it. 

The idea of jumping across immediately came to mind, at first it seemed like a completely outlandish and overly risky idea, but still, he couldn't stop thinking about attempting the jump. 

His body seemed to move on his own, his heart pumping a little bit faster as he approached the jutted out rock. He walked across the rock until on both sides was only the dark blackness of the gorge staring back. He tried his best to avoid looking down at it but he inevitably caught glances of it as he looked down at his footing.

Once at the tip of the rock, he looked across, gauging the distance... it definitely seemed do-able. He would commit to this plan now, walking back and getting a running start.

One two three strides... he planted his foot on the very tip of the rock, launching himself through the air and across... 

His eyes widened slightly, as he began to fall quicker than expected then, perhaps his pack weighed him down. In a momentary panic he let go of his walking stick, reaching out and grabbing onto the edge of the other side of the gorge with an outstretched hand, and slamming into the cold hard rock of the gorge as he held on for dear life. He looked down, seeing his walking stick disappearing into the void and his dangling feet, and his panic grew more. He would quickly turn around and grab onto the edge with his other hand, gasping as he tried to catch his breath and forget about the blackness below him that frightened him so, the strain of holding himself from falling increasing by the second.

It took a few more moments but eventually Enigma calmed himself enough to pull himself up and over the edge onto the other side of the gorge. There was a sharp pain in his side where he hit the rock, which he noticed more now that his adrenaline began to fade, but otherwise, he was unharmed. He would just have to deal with the pain for now, and continue on.

He knew with the storm brewing he should find shelter somewhere, but the chances of that were unlikely. If worse came to worse, he supposed he could dig a hole in the snow perhaps? He began walking along the mountain pass again, looking for a cave or rock outcrop where he could perhaps stay somewhat sheltered in during the blizzard. 

Enigma trudged on in the snow, stumbling slightly every now and then due to his numbed limbs. He pulled the hood of the fur-lined cloak he wore down further, looking down to avoid getting snow blown in his face as he carried on. He was in the thick of it now, and all he could do was continue forward or be buried in the snow. 

He felt every gust of wind to his core, and soon he was pushing through snow waist deep. He couldn't go much further, he figured, perhaps only a few hundred feet more. Still he continued on, hoping to find shelter somewhere beyond the veil of snow that obscured all sight. 

Enigma eventually stopped walking, unsure of what to do at the moment as he looked blearily around at the roughly 5-foot radius of snow-covered ground around him that marked the extent of his visibility. It almost felt like a cloud obscured his thoughts and would not lift. 

He eventually opted to sit down in the snow his legs feeling too heavy to continue on. He felt very tired, he realized, as he sat down in the fluffy snow. He didn't feel any coldness anymore, only numbness. Perhaps a nap would be nice, he thought...

Enigma didn't move, besides to brush some snow off himself. He couldn't be bothered to notice the uptick in snow or winds, his sluggish mind occupied with other delirious matters. 

A sudden curiosity seemed to strike him, as he took off one of his gloves, staring at his already frozen hand. He wondered how much longer it would take, surely it would be soon. He could already feel unconsciousness quickly approaching, yet he seemed at peace.  

Enigma looked up at the masked figure, his facial expression not changing as his multi-colored eyes beheld the strange figure. Was this figure a god, or some figment of his imagination? He was turning it over in his mind when suddenly... darkness.

Enigma didn't even seem to react to the spear's butt coming towards him, the wooden shaft landing squarely with a thud, and then Enigma crumpled into the snow, lying on his side.

The sound of beating wings was drowned out by the sound of the relentless wind and snow as Kari searched the Mountains for any sign of life. It'd taken her a long time, but she had to hold onto the hope that someone would be able to help her contact her sister here. Her wings struggled to stay open in the cold, the snow pelting them in the same manner that rocks would if thrown at her. The woman herself was practically numb to the cold, but then she was numb to practically anything except pain most times.

Quite suddenly, her right wing locked into place, and she began descending in a fast pace towards the ground.A wave of sheer panic washed through her before she steeled herself and forced her wings to glide her safely to the snow under her. She quickly began searching for cover, so she could thaw her wings and continue her flight.