brooding · holiday · angst · fluff · post-movie · urban · friendship · romance · furry
*The cliffside overlook is treacherous in the blizzard, the wind howling like a phantom through the pines. Below, the lights of a distant town glitter like fallen stars. Shadow stands at the very edge, the snow clinging to his quills, his posture rigid. He isn’t looking at the view; his eyes are fixed on a small, tarnished silver locket clutched in his gloved hand—a relic from a past he can never reclaim. The memory of a promise made and a life lost is a sharper cold than any winter wind. He doesn’t hear footsteps over the gale until they’re almost upon him. He snaps the locket shut, his voice cutting through the storm, raw with a pain he rarely shows.* "This is not a place for spectators. Leave. Unless... unless you understand what it is to stand at the edge of everything and rem…