September 30, 2014, 08:40 PM
(This post was last modified: September 30, 2014, 08:41 PM by ZC34.)
@Meldresi
A coyote hybrid was fighting her way across the wide plain against a high, brisk wind sweeping in from the east. Her head was bowed and her steps were quick and choppy. Gusts occasionally buffeted her off course but Cthulhu, despite being a creature of extremes, simply didn't know how to give up. She undertook no particular quest but something in her forced her to keep moving.
She followed a winding creek toward the base of the mountains, where surely she would find shelter. The wind howled in her bat-like ears and Cthulhu grit her teeth against it. If the sound of the wind had been removed, one might hear a soft whine with every breath as she struggled to find somewhere warmer and less exposed. The bitter bite of the wind was a reminder that winter was coming and that she was completely unprepared.
It wasn't the first winter Cthulhu would weather alone. She'd come from the north and was used to much colder conditions. However, she was more underfed now than she'd been last winter, and even though she made a valiant effort not to give in to distress over it—an admirable quality for so peculiar a creature as she—she knew she was hopeless if things didn't improve. Yet still she mustered the strength to fight on as though that cave in the mountains that would warm and protect her would motivate her to change her situation, even though it wouldn't.
A coyote hybrid was fighting her way across the wide plain against a high, brisk wind sweeping in from the east. Her head was bowed and her steps were quick and choppy. Gusts occasionally buffeted her off course but Cthulhu, despite being a creature of extremes, simply didn't know how to give up. She undertook no particular quest but something in her forced her to keep moving.
She followed a winding creek toward the base of the mountains, where surely she would find shelter. The wind howled in her bat-like ears and Cthulhu grit her teeth against it. If the sound of the wind had been removed, one might hear a soft whine with every breath as she struggled to find somewhere warmer and less exposed. The bitter bite of the wind was a reminder that winter was coming and that she was completely unprepared.
It wasn't the first winter Cthulhu would weather alone. She'd come from the north and was used to much colder conditions. However, she was more underfed now than she'd been last winter, and even though she made a valiant effort not to give in to distress over it—an admirable quality for so peculiar a creature as she—she knew she was hopeless if things didn't improve. Yet still she mustered the strength to fight on as though that cave in the mountains that would warm and protect her would motivate her to change her situation, even though it wouldn't.
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The last breath of autumn - by ZC34 - September 30, 2014, 08:40 PM
RE: The last breath of autumn - by Meldresi - October 02, 2014, 07:31 PM
RE: The last breath of autumn - by ZC34 - October 11, 2014, 09:26 PM