riverbank
02-17-2015, 07:35 PM
LANGUAGE WARNING.
He had learned all too quickly why the Armadas had taken to the North originally, its was because of the fucking heat. This was insane. Summer had only just started and he felt as if he had stuck his head inside a volcano. Not only was it godforsakenly hot in these lands, but it was also wet. The humidity caused his fur to stick together uncomfortably, and cling to his sides and rippling muscles. He panted without ceasing, making his way toward a source of relief - or so he hoped. He could hear the river in the distance, and although his breathing had already grown ragged and rough he would not cease his wandering until he made it there. He didn't care if it took every last ounce of his strength, he would find some relief from this godforsaken heat. He knew he would have to get used to this heat if he was going to live in Imperium, but he just wasn't built for it. His dark fur and born-in-the-north exterior would not adjust easily. He breathed a sigh of relief as he slipped into the pleasantly luke warm water. Hey, it was something. He dipped his head beneath the surface of the water before rising to his full height again, relishing in how much cooler the air felt now that he was wet. He certainly hoped that Imperium had some form of water source he could swim in - else he would have to rethink his choice of homes. “speak,” |
Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.