07-20-2018, 03:24 AM
"You miss them, Vigenere?" Morgan whispered, still wrapped around his fellow Tangler. "I think that means we need to enjoy this one sunset even more." He savored the pink-orange light as they slowly moved past the hills and into mountains. He hugged tighter around his companion in preparation for what was to come.
...
Now the air was cold. The sunlight grew dimmer as mountains blocked its path, leaving both Tanglers in a less comfortable situation. Morgan focused his efforts on keeping the water warm, but found that his top half felt like it was going to freeze. To counteract this, he heated some of the water even more until a steady amount of steam floated up from its surface. The steam's warmth was enough for the time being; the samoyed kept his focus on moving their vehicle through the home stretch.
They approached a valley next, which housed a large frozen lake. "Vigenere, we're here!" he barked, swimming over to the front edge to look over the landscape. As with the mountains, everything was snowy and cold, which captivated the dog. "I've only ever read about ice that appears naturally..."
It was at that precise moment that Morgan realized he had made a mistake. "Vigenere, I'm sorry. We might not make it safely, but I'll do my best to slow us down." He never stopped to consider how he planned to land their boat; he would have to figure it out for the journey back, at least. Morgan strained himself a bit as he turned down the velocity of the boat. However, with such a sharp decrease in speed, the vehicle began to fall straight out of the sky into the side of a mountain. "Vigenere, hold onto me! I'll protect you, my-"
THUNK!
The boat hit the mountain, throwing both Tanglers into the cushiony thick snow. Morgan landed on his back, knocking the wind out of him and leaving him gasping for very cold air. Luckily, the hot water fell onto both of them as well, so they still had a good minute before the cold truly got to them. After a moment, the samoyed stood up one leg at a time, regaining his breath. "Vigenere, are you alright? I'm sorry..." He focused his breath to keep the water hot in his fur, warming himself as much as possible as he searched for his yellow comrade. The boat was in shambles, broken into several pieces off to the side.
"At least we made it..." the dog panted, looking down at the village below. "All we have to do is walk in and introduce ourselves. Hopefully our supplies are still dry enough."
...
Now the air was cold. The sunlight grew dimmer as mountains blocked its path, leaving both Tanglers in a less comfortable situation. Morgan focused his efforts on keeping the water warm, but found that his top half felt like it was going to freeze. To counteract this, he heated some of the water even more until a steady amount of steam floated up from its surface. The steam's warmth was enough for the time being; the samoyed kept his focus on moving their vehicle through the home stretch.
They approached a valley next, which housed a large frozen lake. "Vigenere, we're here!" he barked, swimming over to the front edge to look over the landscape. As with the mountains, everything was snowy and cold, which captivated the dog. "I've only ever read about ice that appears naturally..."
It was at that precise moment that Morgan realized he had made a mistake. "Vigenere, I'm sorry. We might not make it safely, but I'll do my best to slow us down." He never stopped to consider how he planned to land their boat; he would have to figure it out for the journey back, at least. Morgan strained himself a bit as he turned down the velocity of the boat. However, with such a sharp decrease in speed, the vehicle began to fall straight out of the sky into the side of a mountain. "Vigenere, hold onto me! I'll protect you, my-"
THUNK!
The boat hit the mountain, throwing both Tanglers into the cushiony thick snow. Morgan landed on his back, knocking the wind out of him and leaving him gasping for very cold air. Luckily, the hot water fell onto both of them as well, so they still had a good minute before the cold truly got to them. After a moment, the samoyed stood up one leg at a time, regaining his breath. "Vigenere, are you alright? I'm sorry..." He focused his breath to keep the water hot in his fur, warming himself as much as possible as he searched for his yellow comrade. The boat was in shambles, broken into several pieces off to the side.
"At least we made it..." the dog panted, looking down at the village below. "All we have to do is walk in and introduce ourselves. Hopefully our supplies are still dry enough."