Thaw Me Out.

*Sparhawk* · 05-25-2020, 08:41 AM

"Pokazhi mne put' domoy. YA ustal i khochu lech' spat'. YA nemnogo vypil okolo chasa nazad, i eto doshlo do moyey golovy. Gde by ya ni brodil." A big, redwood and charcoal man lay in the entrance of the underground lava pit. He'd ventured inside a little bit, but had come back out. It was just too hot for him. Here, however, it wasn't so hot that he was uncomfortable, but it wasn't so cold that he was freezing. Sparhawk was the perfect temperature. Besides... it wasn't a safe place to explore while inebriated. Stretched out in the snow

"Na sushe ili more ili pene.Vy vsegda mozhete uslyshat', kak ya poyu etu pesnyu.Pokazhi mne put' domoy." With a flask in one paw, the plus sized brute sprawled, legs stretched out behind him. He sang in a deep timbre and had a rather good voice if he did say so himself. Periodically he would stop, take a deep draw of the mead in his flask, then continue with his song.

Sparhawk had had enough of the cold for a while. Yes, he was from the farthest reaches of the north. A place where snow was on the ground year round. Even arctic wolves needed to thaw out every now and again. He had followed the scent of sulfur and, much to his delight, had felt the warmth of the earth beneath his paws. Now, laying in the center of the pathway that stretched downward, Sparhawk was quite content to rest, drink himself silly and sing. And he didn't care who was listening.

"Speech"

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