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January Monthly Prompt 2021 Esk: Xuxi, Gully, Nyx A large temple laid silent - abandoned and dilapidated in the morning mist of a chilled January morning. The temple had been laid to rest decades ago, when the last elderly man from the small village down the mountain passed away. He was the temple’s final visitor, and seemingly the only person who remembered the sprawling structure existed hidden in the tree coverage. It was a beautiful temple that somehow seemed to be preserved - moreso framed by the nature overtaking it than being ruined and lost to time. Maybe it was the previously holy energy that ran through the temple, or maybe it was the keepers that roamed the empty archways and covered paths. One such esk lived in the pond concealed by the coverage of nature entirely. The pond in question always iced over before the other water in the area that got more sunlight, but it was not of any concern to the small esk that called the overgrown puddle home. Everything was still in the

Origin Form 1 - Flick [Esk 1356] A small form crashed through the underbrush that seemed to thicken with each passing season - seemingly running from something as if its life was dependent on the creature escaping. But there was nothing there. Nothing to chase it but its past. No breath left the small form, as there was no mouth or nose to allow the figure to breathe. The creature had no need for such structures, as he was nothing but a shell - a ghost of his former self. As the creature broke through the tangle of fallen branches and vines, it came to rest with its front paws on the broken stone of a previously ornate walkway - flames dancing right past the open archway in front of it. This was the creature’s home, and its form shook with what seemed like fury form an invisible battle.. It became clear that it was miserable. As if the flames dancing were that of an evil entity that wished the world around them harm. The small creature was an esk. Flick. Oftentimes called a ghost, he