12-05-2019, 05:18 PM
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And so I tell myself that I'll be strong -
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It was mighty cold for such a small pup. Being a creature made for the extreme heat of Africa, the cold winter of the mountains was far from ideal for the thin child. Her frame lacked the extra meat and layers that many of the Elysites possesses. Whenever a cold gust came about, her slender frame was chilled to the bone.
Small paws would push into the snow, sinking slightly under the weight of her. She wasn’t sure why, but she had thought it would be a good idea to look for herbs. But as she trekked further, it became clear that very few herbs would even be alive right now and Honey lacked the knowledge to find the remaining few.
Eyes were kept on the floor so she was sure where her paws would be placed. Every once in a while she would look up to make sure her surroundings were okay. Evidently the Pitt had been taken over by good guys and while she never had any interaction with the infamous group... one couldn’t be too safe.
Quietly she would go, not saying a word. The only sound in the dead quiet would be the noise of her pushing through the snow. Still rather small, it was far from easy but going back now would give her a sense of defeat.
Then her large ears would flap as a wind touched them. It was more like a breath as it flattened the fur on her head. She nearly froze in pure terror, certain it was some boogeyman come to snatch her up. Trembling from not only the cold but now fear, she would look up and see nothing. Odd. She was certain she had felt someone’s breath... seen it cloud. But as children did, she was quick to move on and dismiss it. She kept going, now looking more briefly around in slight unease.
Then there was a puff right in front of her... Honey perked her ears, sonars listening for any noise. There was none, but the small cloud would disappear only to reappear a yard or two away. It seemed like it was going somewhere. The painted dog would tilt her head in analysis, she no longer felt scared, this was interesting.
She watched until it was a little far away. Then something kicked in, the need to chase. As fast as she could the pup would bound and hop and scrabble to see the breath up close.
“H-h-hey! S-slow d-d-d-down!” she called out to no one.
[sub][W]isker[/sub]Small paws would push into the snow, sinking slightly under the weight of her. She wasn’t sure why, but she had thought it would be a good idea to look for herbs. But as she trekked further, it became clear that very few herbs would even be alive right now and Honey lacked the knowledge to find the remaining few.
Eyes were kept on the floor so she was sure where her paws would be placed. Every once in a while she would look up to make sure her surroundings were okay. Evidently the Pitt had been taken over by good guys and while she never had any interaction with the infamous group... one couldn’t be too safe.
Quietly she would go, not saying a word. The only sound in the dead quiet would be the noise of her pushing through the snow. Still rather small, it was far from easy but going back now would give her a sense of defeat.
Then her large ears would flap as a wind touched them. It was more like a breath as it flattened the fur on her head. She nearly froze in pure terror, certain it was some boogeyman come to snatch her up. Trembling from not only the cold but now fear, she would look up and see nothing. Odd. She was certain she had felt someone’s breath... seen it cloud. But as children did, she was quick to move on and dismiss it. She kept going, now looking more briefly around in slight unease.
Then there was a puff right in front of her... Honey perked her ears, sonars listening for any noise. There was none, but the small cloud would disappear only to reappear a yard or two away. It seemed like it was going somewhere. The painted dog would tilt her head in analysis, she no longer felt scared, this was interesting.
She watched until it was a little far away. Then something kicked in, the need to chase. As fast as she could the pup would bound and hop and scrabble to see the breath up close.
“H-h-hey! S-slow d-d-d-down!” she called out to no one.
