Grab Your Cloaks

*Apollinaris* · 04-11-2021, 11:05 AM

Apollinaris Galanis
Molon Labe

Apollinaris laughed as best he could at the woman's retort, the wind seeming to steal away his breath every time he opened his maw. It honestly did not take long for that wind to pick up; away from the relative shelter of the mountains, it was free to whip around them as it pleased. It grabbed at their fur and wrapped around their legs. Apollinaris kept his tail tucked under him and finally allowed his ears to slick back, laying as flat on his head as possible. Not only was it cold, but the sound of the wind was enough to hurt his ears. As they pushed forward, his steps became smaller and smaller, the spray of the water starting to make the pathway more and more slick. The build up of ice was also becoming uneven, forcing them to move away from the middle of the pathway. One particularly good gust of wind could push them both over and right into the freezing waters.

When a back paw finally slipped from underneath him, the man stopped fully. He was hunched forward with his eyes scrunched, wondering if this was truly worth the treacherous trek. He waited for Halcyone to come up beside him so that he could be heard, waves crashing all around them and sprinkling them with freezing water and ice. Pale eyes focused on her purple gaze, wanting to convey his seriousness in his words. "Let us turn back! If we cannot make it, neither can the natives!" He yelled to be heard, even though he was right beside her. The wind whipped around and stole his words the moment they came from his maw, but he hoped with their proximity she could hear most of what he suggested. It was no lie; if the Spartans could not traverse this ice bridge, then there would be nothing waiting for them at the other end.

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