Cheers, Dork.
11-18-2014, 05:16 PM
Mithras cursed the nature of snow. So pliable, packable, in all ways adaptable, yet the wondrous material still had the gall to melt. It was enough to drive any male to distraction, especially those who had just spent many more hours than they would admit building a veritable snow fortress. He stood near the edge of this gargantuan forest, in which snow had drifted up far above even his own considerable height. After exploring his options (i.e. sticking his head right through the side of a drift to see what might lay inside) there seemed little choice left but to dig in. Slowly, carefully, he had hallowed out his icy den. This was of course after having hurriedly hallowed out the previous two and thereby caving them in. But he was wiser now! He could stand completely upright, pace three times from wall to wall, even swish his tail- Uh oh... That had been more contact than he was expecting. Perhaps he was closer to the wall than he'd originally been aware, and the male froze, not daring to move a muscle lest he topple his cathedral inwards. A long breath passed before he would exhale his relief. His shoulders drooped, and a lazy grin broke upon his violet maw. "That was clo-" FWUMP! For a moment Mithras did not move, did not want to move, because that would solidify at last that he was entombed once more. He let out en exasperated groan and began to paddle his way through the pile of snow to where fresh air most likely awaited him. "Talk" "You" Think |
