Snow tussle
Bowen (seasonal)
06-21-2022, 05:35 PM
Saying that Bowen was sad would have been an understatement. Being apart from Artorias was difficult, but she knew that it was best for both of them. She needed to take a break, step back and breathe. The woman needed to either remember who she was or find out who she was. Either way, she was very glad to have Tej with her. Even though it was obvious that the feline didn't hide his displeasure about the cold climate, his presence comforted her. Bowen truly wasn't a woman that was meant to be alone. She was supposed to be wrapped up in the body of another, their arms wrapped tightly around her. Though they were together more out of obligation than anything, the caramel fae had faith that she and the big cat would soon be true friends. She'd confided in the tiger about her relationship with Artorias and the issues that she was battling with. He hadn't judged her for it and she greatly appreciated that.
The world was much, much colder up here. Bowen had sailed in the cold, but she'd never trekked through it like this. The woman was small and her legs were slender, paws dainty. She could easily walk upon the more thickly crusted snow, but the deeper, more powdery snow was difficult to traverse through. Thankfully her feline companion could carry her without any issue. With her riding atop him, they kept one another warm. That only went so far, however. The cold grey sky grew colder still and soon little flakes began to fall. Judging by the darker clouds further off, more snow was on the way. Green eyes lifted towards the sky, watching as one of the thicker flakes drifted down to land on Bowen's pink nose where it quickly melted.
As she looked upwards, Tej's voice met caramel dipped ears. Bowen looked down, giving the feline a good natured squeeze around his neck. "There's bound to be a lot of snow up this way," she informed him. "I think we'll have to get used to it unless we plan to travel south again." She wasn't entirely opposed to traveling south. She would simply have to stay far away from The Hallows. There were many other lands in the warm continent of Boreas, however. She had said that she would go to The Armada, but that didn't mean that she had to stay there. No one ruled her. Bowen was her own master and she needed to remember that. She was in control of herself, her emotions, her destiny.
The russet and cream fae slid down off of the tigers wide shoulders, small paws landing in the somewhat shallow snow. More shallow than some of the deeper areas that they'd wadded through, anyway. The snow began coming down heavier, the sky turning more white than grey. Bowen made a little icky noise in her throat and glanced towards Tej, wondering how he would react to even more snow falling down around them. His reaction surprised her.
Tej questioned the tiny woman and she gave her head a delicate tilt. "I'm learning. I thought it would be wise to be able to protect myself so..." she almost said so that Artorias wouldn't have to worry, but stopped herself. "So that no one has to worry about me." Green eyes lifted at the corners as she smiled up at the cat, nodding as he suggested a spar. There was no way that she was going to win against such a big cat that could move much more easily in the snow, but she knew that he wouldn't hurt her, so she readily agreed.
The big cat pounced her, lifting Bowen with ease and rolling through the snow with her. The diminutive fae squealed with laughter, ending up with a mouth full of snow as they continued to roll. Somehow she managed to wriggle from his grasp, disappearing into the curtains of falling, blowing snow. She used her size and the blinding snow to hide her movements. Bowen was fast. Easily the fastest wolf in The Hallows. She zipped back and forth through the snow, landing little nips and strikes here and there as she passed the big tiger. It was so very difficult to keep herself from laughing as she caught him spinning to try and grab her out of the corner of her eye.
The snow fell and fell, growing thicker around them by the minute. In time, it quickly became too deep for Bowen to move so quickly through. Her pace slowed and her stamina was waning as well. The panting woman moved slowly past the cat and he finally snatched her up, pulling her against him and she gave a little push, forcing them both into the snow. Laughter pulled from her again as their green eyes met. Bowen, still smiling, leaned down and placed a sweet little lick on Tej's pink nose. She had needed a bit of fun and he had delivered. Surely they were both warm by now.
WC-840
Total-1659
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