TWO AND NO HALF MEN
01-29-2015, 12:08 PM
It was dramatically colder than the south here, a never-ending field of white. The crystals of snow glimmered in the pale sun, the sparkling sea to the right. Then there was the hellion, sticking out like a sore thumb as always. Long legs aided somewhat in his travels across the snow, yet he was unsure of why he had come all this way. What was there out here for him? Destiny usually led him to beautiful women, but today felt odd. Most certainly the hellion did not fit in, an obvious stranger to the northern wastes. "So much... d-damn winds and snow." It was then that the male realized his mistake in coming here, his teeth chattering as they struggled to form words. It felt as if his fur had been frozen. Theorectially. In reality, snow had clung to the russet clumps, mottling his fur. Shuddering apprehensively, he turned around, continuing in the direction of the sun, toward where he would be somewhere he could call home for the night, no matter how long it took. "I'll find it, even if pigs don't f-fly." A small chuckle came from the male, laughing at his own dumb little joke. It erupted into a quick outburst of laughter, causing his frame to buckle and bowl onto it's side. Sickly green eyes went wild, as he stood up, shaking from laughter. Someone was there. He could feel it. |
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