ardent

we can take these scoundrels!

rexx



Scald

Somnium

Master Fighter (450)

Master Navigator (354)

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age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
35
size
Extra large
build
Light
posts
280
player
ghostliem

Critical Fail!UnderachieverSamhain 2022
01-20-2023, 10:24 AM
Find #1


They were off on their adventures once more. Now that things had settled down among the Pirates after the old lady's funeral, they were free to travel a bit more. As long as they returned home by the end of the day, they wouldn't get in too much trouble. So Scald was taking advantage of it as he heard someone mention that it had started to snow. Unlike other areas of Boreas, the beach didn't often see snow. The warm winds off the ocean kept the frozen water at bay, but Scald really wanted to see it. He had heard it was fun to play in and you could build things with it! Curious and curiouser, Scald dragged Rexx along for the journey into the depths of Fern Gulley.

The afternoon rolled on as they walked through ankle-deep snow. It was really cold and clung to his fur which he wasn't a huge fan of. Slimmer than most of his siblings, Scald didn't produce much body heat and so he shivered rather furiously. "Gosh, why is it so cold when it snows!" He hissed through chattering teeth as he shot a glance back at Rexx. Releasing a huff of frustration as they continued to look for the best spot to build a snowwolf, a ruckus of sound caught his attention. Freezing in place, Scald's bi-colored gaze turned toward the trees to see a pack of coyotes cornering an animal.

Normally, Scald wouldn't care to save anyone but himself or his brother, but he wanted to try something out this time. "Let's see if we can lob this snow at them," he whispered to Rexx with a mischievous grin on his lips. Leading his brother over to a tall enough embankment to hide behind, he began scooping the snow toward him to make rather odd-shaped snowballs. "Once we get enough made, we can start throwing them!" He looked to his brother with that grin growing as he continued to make their ammo.

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