Phoenix Maplewood champagne eyes and saint-like smile

Being vague about his hunting thread prior. Open to anyone! Especially if you want to meet Tryphon and join SCC when it revives!

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The weather had turned harsh and strange only days after the chill had settled across the wilds. The nights were filled with howling winds. The days, as they progressed, were inundated with sleet and ice falling in heavy sheets from the heavens. While he could handle the cold, Tryphon knew that the dampness of the air was a danger — the manner in which the ice and snow soaked through his dense fur was frightening. He had to make camp in a covered area rather than out where he could watch the stars; thus he shot to the east and sequestered himself (and his full belly) within the dense forest he found there.

But the howling winds did not cease because of the tree-shaped walls he had discovered. The air seemed to dry out over the course of a few hours, and by morning the exhausted boy (who had not managed to sleep at all) was listening to more than just the pitter-patter of hail through the trees. The sky had darkened. He couldn't tell if it was morning yet or if the night had swallowed up the sun — and there were rumblings overhead, as if a thunderstorm had rolled in and was waiting eagerly to break through the cloud cover.

Although Tryphon wasn't innately afraid of this weather, he was wary of it, and curious. The maplewood could keep him safe from the worst of the storm, he thought... But then there was a great boom, and when his head shot up to look skyward, his gaze was met by the forking path of a lightning streak overhead.
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