don't eat the yellow snow

*Mortis* · 05-17-2020, 12:11 AM

He stuck close to the river, and he heard the sound of fluttering wings, and soft chipring as an inquisitive Kea got closer. He held still, scarcely dearing to breathe. Oh hells, but it was cold. Who decided to sit in the river, at night, in winter? He was out of his mind. Only good thing was, surely Mal wouldn’t even consider it, it was so silly a thing to do.

His smile was hidden by mud and darkness at his thoughts. Silly could win the day yet. He no longer could hear the bird, and could only assume she had gone past. He listened out for the sounds of Mal’s steps, assuming her to be following the bird. His breath began to mist the air in front of his face, like small vapors of grey. He held his wings even tighter to his body. He was freezing, and quickly turning from scheming to miserable. Come on Mal he thought. His plan hinged on hearing her pass. If she even went as far as Bast had gone, the leopard would howl, and he would be home-free to make it to the tree. Panting softly, the frozen icicle waited.

"Mortis"

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don't eat the yellow snow

Mort!

Mortis