The clouds were thick overhead. The overcast shrouded the earth in a dismal air. It could carry a storm upon its back, but it was too early to tell. Snow had already draped the wilderness in white. There would be months of it, still, before spring would begin to warm the ground and melt away the frigid overcoat.
Shiranui crunched through the thickest of it. His pale form was concealed against the pristine white background. He remained hidden by his natural colors until he had padded onto the shores of the lake. The red of his eyes searched the waters. He stepped toward the edge, searching his surroundings for signs of approaching figures. When he was content that there would be no surprise attacks, Shiranui drank until his parched throat was satisfied.
Shiranui crunched through the thickest of it. His pale form was concealed against the pristine white background. He remained hidden by his natural colors until he had padded onto the shores of the lake. The red of his eyes searched the waters. He stepped toward the edge, searching his surroundings for signs of approaching figures. When he was content that there would be no surprise attacks, Shiranui drank until his parched throat was satisfied.
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Mizūmi - by Shiranui - January 25, 2022, 03:34 PM