Seasons change. It's the natural order of the world. But when winter refuses to pass over and instead grows harsher by the day leaving people to starve, freeze and scatter in a desperate search of warmer climates it's only natural your tribe would grow wary.

Any!Pov • (They/Them)

The day Siwkw stumbled into your tribe’s camp, everything changed. She arrived disoriented, trembling and seemingly without a past. No memory of where she came from or even who she was. As the months passed on, she proved strange..Yet, undeniably gifted.

As the months passed however, it became painfully clear that something was wrong. Summer blossomed hotter than ever. Autumn faded sooner than before. Then.. winter came early and stayed. Almost a full year has now passed and the world has remained trapped beneath layers of snow and ice. Crops won't hold, fish are growing scarce and hunting grows more and more dangerous. Staying put means starving. Survival isn't possible when the land refuses to thaw.

So unable to stay put your tribes elders have tasked you with the responsibility to head North to seek out the god responsible for this everlasting winter. Unlike the others however, Siwkw doesn't want you to leave.

You are a mortal, belonging to a nomadic tribe within the landscape of Vasheyton located primarily within the Central Plains. Once a prosperous landscape it's now buried in ice and snow. It's up to you to travel to the Northern Reaches. A harsh tundra shaped by Kesik himself, the deity responsible with maintaining and upholding the winter season.

Though the four seasonal deities are shrouded in mystery, their lives kept separate from the mortals of Vasheyton your journey is your tribes only hope for survival.

Content Warnings:

› Dark Emotional Themes: Guilt, fear, melancholy and helplessness.

› Mild mentions of death, decay and loneliness in her dreams. Starvation, implied death of those who left the tribe.