Chill wind blew in the cat's face as he climbed the hill. Though it was spring and the flowers were starting to bloom, the northern winds were a constant reminder that winter was always around the corner. Warm days would come soon, though seemingly replaced by frost before long. It was a harsh, bitter land he lived in, but it was his.
As yarl, he ruled all the surrounding countryside as his own. No better than a petty king, it was still freedom that few would get to experience. It was also what many longed for. His small holding sat at the crossroads of several trade route, and what it might have lacked in land or resources, it more than earned in trade. Wasmundt's forefathers had grown rich off of the flow of goods since time immemorable, and now it was his time to reap the rewards. Though wherever there was gain, there was greed, and greed must be guarded against constantly. Both his and others, it was a potent weapon.
As he finally crested the hill, the cat found what he'd been looking for. Taking off his helm, he stopped in the meadow. Surrounded by flowers and an impressive vista, Wasmundt thought that this was, quite possibly, the most beautiful spot in his holding.
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And another slice of my fantasy universe falls into place. I actually got this back with Goldwine's and Rorick's pieces by
, but I've been, as usual, remiss about uploading. I originally wanted Wasmundt to just be a fursona, no background or personality beyond myself. You see, part of why I made him was that I wasn't connecting with Rorick as I had in the past, thanks to his, now, wildly different background and story from myself. So I thought by making Wasmundt "generic", for lack of a better word, I'd be able to use him more freely that my first sona. I should have known I was lying to myself. So, from now on, Wasmundt is going to take part in my fantasy world and live there.
