every mile is two in winter

Hanzō · (This post was last modified: 02-15-2021, 06:50 PM by Hanzō.)

Hattori was no stranger to the cold but this was something else entirely; bitter and biting, sinking right down to the very depth of his strengthened bones. His cloak and cuirass did little to shield him from the wind, the former billowing as he pushed on, head down and eyes squinting as he struggled to see what laid ahead. He'd cautioned against this venture from the start but he felt no satisfaction in knowing he'd been right all along. What had started as a relatively simple, yet dangerous hunt for polar bear pelts had evolved into an all together different beast. There were no bears to be seen, nothing but the constant blur of white, with the occasional brown blur of a tree. On his left his wife struggled along beside him and on the other was Raijin, both seemed equally as chilled to the core.

They ought to turn back, there was no reason to run the risk, let alone let Venom to do the same. But it was too late for that, he knew they'd likely get lost if they aimlessly wandered back the way they came. Pushing on seemed like the safest option, till the pair mounted the hill and the looming line of the Ice Bridge came into view. Barely. Hattori exhaled sharply, the muscles in his face pinching with the cold as his brows smushed together. He knew the Bifrost led to Auster, he frequented that continent fairly often, but here there was no land in sight on the other side. Just a long and stretching expanse that went on and on, as though to dangle off the edge of the earth.

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every mile is two in winter

Hanzō