For the sinners to play as saints
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01-12-2020, 12:31 PM
Thistle wasn't usually a fan of traveling at night. For one, the north had a nasty habit of becoming blisteringly cold once the sun had set, and even the onset of summer had done little to make it any more bearable. For another, she wasn't about to get jacked up by some creature twice her size just because she couldn't see as well. This place was a pleasant exception in most regards, barring the ever present chill. A thick blanket of snow remained on ground, and the moon was full enough to give the land a gentle glow. Not quite daylight, but illuminated enough for Thistle to feel secure. It also helped that she was hopelessly lost and didn't have much choice in the matter. If she was being honest with herself, which she wasn't, Thistle had no clue about how she might return to the den she'd carved out two nights past. In a landscape as white and monotonous as this one distinguishing landmarks seemed few and far between. When she'd caught sight of the low-lying plain to her northwest, she figured that at the very least it'd make for easy travel while she searched for a new site to bed down for what remained of the night. It wasn't until she was practically at it's edge that she realized it was no frozen plain at all, but instead a frozen lake. Oh well. It would still make for easy travel, so no fur off her tail. She had only walked a few hundred yards when a vague shape appeared ahead, further towards the lake's center. At first Thistle thought it might be some mercurial spirit out for a night of fun, romping around as it was, but it soon became apparent that it was actually a wolf. But what on earth was that strange light emanating from below its paws? Thistle paused and frowned, taken aback by a moment of uncertainty. Maybe it would be better to turn back... It was then that she saw the creature careen headfirst into a pillar of ice before sinking dejectedly to the ground. Thistle grinned. She schooled her features into a mask of concern and hurried forward. She noted the blooms of light that began to appear beneath her own paws as she went, an object for further study at a future date, but pressed on now with a clearer goal in mind. "Hello, there!" She called out, clear and gentle, "Gods, are you alright? Are you hurt?" In her opinion having the opposing party dazed and confused was the perfect way to begin an interaction. Saved her the trouble of manufacturing it at any rate. She locked her paws and skidded the last few lengths to the male's side, much more gracefully than he had comported himself, she thought with an inward grin. Perhaps wandering around in the dark had its perks after all. "Speech" |