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How long had it been, Oki wondered. Since being amid the comforts of Wep'Keer and accepted by those whom once valued the gifts of the Northern Lands. The disappearance of Kutone had come with grief, however. His own palms clutching the sacred hilt and rushing forth into the demons blizzard that bestowed little signs of softening. Was it pride or pure selfishness that flung a prized warrior into the fray? Beckoned by the urge to make a blade glow a brilliant silver, Oki needed to abandon all that would attempt to hinder him.
And so he severed the connection with his people to live among the pulsing frost. A homespun hut for a dwelling and only a divine object for company. Visitors were rare but monsters were abundant. Every shadow that loomed ahead would be treated all the same with a sharpened point poised toward the intruder. The snapping baltic storms would conceal the other, eyes narrowing beneath the guise as he struggled to discern whom lingered beyond the zephyr. He did not call out, nor did he approach just yet. If only he knew that it was the great Samickle whom sauntered within. Light aquas having concealed him well, but Oki merely awaited further movement to aid in his study.