Fate

Quick illustration of Shen finding Enzo collapsed in a blizzard, from this rp:

The Blizzard (Shenandoah x Enzo)Heavy footfalls left small canyons of dug out snow, an even more obvious sign than just footprints that someone had been travelling through the empty tundra. The dark form, looking like an ant in a field of sugar, trudged silently, head down and shoulders slumped. The image of hopelessness and fatigue. Enzo had lost all spark, all his fire. The kindling in his stomach was now ash, rising like bile in his throat, threatening to project from his mouth in a protest against travelling on.
His whole body was protesting, in fact. Every muscle held a dull, thumping ache, every bone creaked like an old, abandoned house. He had been walking, tumbling, and faltering for weeks on end. No rests, no food, besides small scraps he would find buried in the snow, just as he wished to be. But there was faces, those two smiling faces, that he continued to see on the horizon, that fueled him on.
In the silence, a sudden rumble cracked the thick, lingering air, and Enzo had no time to brace himself before

Enzo (c)
Shenandoah (c)