make a mark, plant a flag
03-27-2021, 12:05 PM
It was becoming clear that they simply weren't made for this. Whatever those creatures were, wherever they'd come from, this was just too much. They were too light, the air was too cold, any second now one of both of them would slide into the water. Even if they managed not to, how long did they have until the cold brought them down? Tyrian was pigheaded, he'd proudly admit to it, but even he had his limits. There was still too much in the world that he wanted to do to be willing to die out here in the frozen boonies. It just wasn't worth it The wind was at an all time high and he was just about deaf himself, so Tyrian leaned over to Keetie and sought to press his lips to her ear. "We should turn back and find ourselves a little cave for the night away from this hellscape." A little fire, a little food, a little company. If they made it back they deserved to celebrate just being fucking alive at this point. "" |
