Don't Be A Girl About It
06-25-2013, 10:43 PM
The cold air bit the mans nose as he shook off the snow that had fallen on him from a tree branch. Ruffled, he kept walking. That's the third time today that snow falls on me. I guess mother nature is out to get me for a while. He thought with annoyance. It wasn't the first time snow had fallen on him, or drowned him, or threw itself at him or just plain out attacked him the past few days. Maybe the snow from his homeland had found him and decided to nag at him for leaving. But he had no choice, everything he knew was gone. There was no turning back now. Even if he wanted to, he'd have a helluva time trying to get back there. It was miles and miles across the Ocean, all the way at the Northern Edges. There'd be no way to get back. Ever. So now he'd try to find a place that called to him. So far, everywhere he had been through didn't feel like it. He wanted to find a place soon, Spring time was right around the corner and Knight much preferred the snow. The Knights paws began to feel weary. He hadn't been able to find food for the past few days, so he'd have to stop somewhere and find something. He quivered at the thought of having to eat Carrion, that would be his last resort. Pressing on, he licked his chops as he remembered how thirsty he was. Maybe there was a stream or lake somewhere he could take a drink from. Sure Snow was just frozen water, but he didn't want to risk catching a mouthful of dirt or other bacterial menace that hid itself. Wrinkling his nose, he climbed up a slope. Shoulders hunched forward, tail low and head down he looked like a snow encrusted corpse. Tired, hungry, and internally desperate to find something or someone, anyone to know that there was life out in this desolate landscape. Upon arriving at the top of the slope, he glanced down to see a frozen lake. And on it, a creature running frantically back and forth across its surface. Brows furrowed and eyes narrowed, he crouched low to the ground. Pressing his belly into the cold ground. From here, he'd look like a strip of dirt...he lay unmoving as he watched the figure below. What is it doing? Normal, Think, Speech, You, |