Crash of the worlds
06-06-2020, 07:59 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-06-2020, 03:46 PM by Askan.)
Snowy Obstacles prompt
word count: 526 you don't have to match at all, i got carried away
The result of this fight was predetermined by Te Fiti and I.
Askan had been right that day, a storm had been on the horizon.
Howling winds whipped around the Selwyn was he stomped along, pushing through the snow like a squinty-plough. The conditions were shit, the worse he'd seen since he'd landed in Boreas, but as long as he didn't stay out too long he could handle it. Probably. The worst part of being a loner, beside from the hunger and uncertainty, was the boredom. He liked a midday nap as much as anyone else but if he had to spend a moment more stowed away in his little hidey hole he'd lose his mind. He didn't know where Raelyn was, after all they weren't joined at the hip and he wanted to keep it that way, but he couldn't help but idly wonder what she was up to. Much like him the snow didn't seem to bother her much, if anything she seemed at home in it. But winter wolf or not, these conditions were tough, especially in this sort of terrain.
Just ahead of him was Waterfall Peak, frozen over in a sheer white drop. He was standing beside the drop pool, his toes (safely) a few inches from the ice, and even then could barely make it out. He saw nothing but white and the occasional splodge of greyish brown. Perhaps it was foolish of him to be stumbling around in these conditions barely able to see anything beyond his nose, but he didn't intend to be out for too long. Or at least that was till his ears barely caught the sound of approaching footsteps.
He whirled around, teeth bared and hackles raised- and saw nothing. He breathed deep, nostrils flaring and with some alarm realised he smelled nothing too. The wind was coming from behind him, rolling over the peak and effectively cancelling out his most important sense. The hell was he supposed to do? He knew...or rather, felt as though someone was there but he just couldn't tell if his mind had been playing tricks on him. And then faintly, only just, he saw two glacier eyes shinning with mirth and he- his mind put two and two together and he snapped.
"You bitch!"
Even then he could barely make her out but he knew vaguely where she was and that was more than enough for him. Lunging forward, Askan rammed his shoulder into her dainty frame, hard enough to knock the wind out of her but with no real intention to do any lasting harm. Sure he was pissed and was looking to vent, but as nasty as he could be he wouldn't take any satisfaction from making her bleed. Having a scuffle in these conditions, near blind and shin deep in snow, was hardly ideal but it added another layer of challenge to it. And besides, he wanted to see what Raelyn was capable of. Surely she could look after herself to some degree, she wouldn't be a loner otherwise.
"Fight me." He rumbled, just to make sure his intentions were clear.
And just to be nice(ish) he stayed put, waiting to see what her next move would be.
word count: 526 you don't have to match at all, i got carried away
The result of this fight was predetermined by Te Fiti and I.
Askan had been right that day, a storm had been on the horizon.
Howling winds whipped around the Selwyn was he stomped along, pushing through the snow like a squinty-plough. The conditions were shit, the worse he'd seen since he'd landed in Boreas, but as long as he didn't stay out too long he could handle it. Probably. The worst part of being a loner, beside from the hunger and uncertainty, was the boredom. He liked a midday nap as much as anyone else but if he had to spend a moment more stowed away in his little hidey hole he'd lose his mind. He didn't know where Raelyn was, after all they weren't joined at the hip and he wanted to keep it that way, but he couldn't help but idly wonder what she was up to. Much like him the snow didn't seem to bother her much, if anything she seemed at home in it. But winter wolf or not, these conditions were tough, especially in this sort of terrain.
Just ahead of him was Waterfall Peak, frozen over in a sheer white drop. He was standing beside the drop pool, his toes (safely) a few inches from the ice, and even then could barely make it out. He saw nothing but white and the occasional splodge of greyish brown. Perhaps it was foolish of him to be stumbling around in these conditions barely able to see anything beyond his nose, but he didn't intend to be out for too long. Or at least that was till his ears barely caught the sound of approaching footsteps.
He whirled around, teeth bared and hackles raised- and saw nothing. He breathed deep, nostrils flaring and with some alarm realised he smelled nothing too. The wind was coming from behind him, rolling over the peak and effectively cancelling out his most important sense. The hell was he supposed to do? He knew...or rather, felt as though someone was there but he just couldn't tell if his mind had been playing tricks on him. And then faintly, only just, he saw two glacier eyes shinning with mirth and he- his mind put two and two together and he snapped.
"You bitch!"
Even then he could barely make her out but he knew vaguely where she was and that was more than enough for him. Lunging forward, Askan rammed his shoulder into her dainty frame, hard enough to knock the wind out of her but with no real intention to do any lasting harm. Sure he was pissed and was looking to vent, but as nasty as he could be he wouldn't take any satisfaction from making her bleed. Having a scuffle in these conditions, near blind and shin deep in snow, was hardly ideal but it added another layer of challenge to it. And besides, he wanted to see what Raelyn was capable of. Surely she could look after herself to some degree, she wouldn't be a loner otherwise.
"Fight me." He rumbled, just to make sure his intentions were clear.
And just to be nice(ish) he stayed put, waiting to see what her next move would be.