12-31-2020, 01:47 AM
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SAINTKIT
HARDLY KNOW HOW BAD IT GETS
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He is scared. Terrified. Petrified. Once again, only mere days after the deaths of his parents had left him rattled. Once again, it feels as though his world is crumbling down, but now he hasn't even had time to enjoy it.
The young kit had noticed the cold, of course. It would've been impossible for him not to, considering how vividly he could remember the unbearable heat that had greeted him upon his initial joining. He had hardly been able to keep himself upright then, and he would've been lying if he said he didn't enjoy the cold front, somewhat. It was a nice departure from the usual temperatures he had been faced with for the last few days, and it reminded him of the varying climates he had traveled through before. Unfortunately, it didn't seem as though things could just remain simple, and peaceful. He wasn't sure when exactly the snow had started up during the night, but by the time he was awakened by Gael's frantic shout, it was clear that something was wrong. The world was a blur of sickening white, so unbearable and overwhelming that the child stumbled slightly at the sight of it. Vaguely, he was able to hear Gael's voice over the howling winds, the ardent's tone urgent as he told everyone to go to the temple. The temple... he knew where that was. Didn't he? If it was a temple, it had to be big enough to be noticeable. But with all the snow... everything seemed so far away.
Saintkit felt paralyzed in place, his limbs unable to move as he felt the wind whip at his fur. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, the feline rendered silent by the chill that had already begun to seep into his bones. Wearily, he could feel snow beginning to devour him, coming up over his paws, and then burying his legs with shocking efficiency. With a grunt, he felt his legs give out beneath him, chin colliding with freezing snow, and eyes drooping as he was struck with sudden tiredness. The child was sure that he wouldn't be able to go anywhere, already able to feel the blizzard burying him. Tears stung his bright purple eyes, and he managed to open his muzzle just enough to call out, weakly, "H... Help. Please... anyone? Something's wrong..." He felt so useless, and defenseless. What could he do? Was he going to die here, frozen over in a giant mound of snow? Had his parents sacrificed their lives for him, only for him to end up dying here?
The young kit had noticed the cold, of course. It would've been impossible for him not to, considering how vividly he could remember the unbearable heat that had greeted him upon his initial joining. He had hardly been able to keep himself upright then, and he would've been lying if he said he didn't enjoy the cold front, somewhat. It was a nice departure from the usual temperatures he had been faced with for the last few days, and it reminded him of the varying climates he had traveled through before. Unfortunately, it didn't seem as though things could just remain simple, and peaceful. He wasn't sure when exactly the snow had started up during the night, but by the time he was awakened by Gael's frantic shout, it was clear that something was wrong. The world was a blur of sickening white, so unbearable and overwhelming that the child stumbled slightly at the sight of it. Vaguely, he was able to hear Gael's voice over the howling winds, the ardent's tone urgent as he told everyone to go to the temple. The temple... he knew where that was. Didn't he? If it was a temple, it had to be big enough to be noticeable. But with all the snow... everything seemed so far away.
Saintkit felt paralyzed in place, his limbs unable to move as he felt the wind whip at his fur. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, the feline rendered silent by the chill that had already begun to seep into his bones. Wearily, he could feel snow beginning to devour him, coming up over his paws, and then burying his legs with shocking efficiency. With a grunt, he felt his legs give out beneath him, chin colliding with freezing snow, and eyes drooping as he was struck with sudden tiredness. The child was sure that he wouldn't be able to go anywhere, already able to feel the blizzard burying him. Tears stung his bright purple eyes, and he managed to open his muzzle just enough to call out, weakly, "H... Help. Please... anyone? Something's wrong..." He felt so useless, and defenseless. What could he do? Was he going to die here, frozen over in a giant mound of snow? Had his parents sacrificed their lives for him, only for him to end up dying here?
━ GUESS I'LL JUST GO BACK TO BED┆PITT PUP. ━
you tried to refrain, but you try anyway
———————「 the pitt / 3 months / bio / @ stilly 」 ———————