the ravine offered him respite from winter’s brutality.
well actually that was really fucking negotiable, truth be told. it was still cold and obnoxious, everything slicker than shit anywhere he looked, and he was still hungry. but a scavenger was he, the not-so-mighty lakhos, and fortune would perhaps smile on him today where it had spat in his face a few times before.
he worked along narrow ridges, his lightweight frame able to shimmy through crevices that offered further respite from the grueling winds. he found little prizes therein, maybe a morsel here and there that would tide him over until he found some easy prey to entertain himself with. or a handout, however unlikely.
but he didn’t linger long in the frosty, frozen cracks of the ravine either, nor did he venture too close to the stream that had cut through the divide. he could handle being damp for a spell, but he didn’t being wet or whetting his appetite on waters that looked like they betrayed their true depth and hazards.
but he could follow the stream.
and when he had gotten that far, his feet firmly back on terra firma as he knew it, he did exactly that. it worked out for him, the snow wasn’t so damn deep that he was buried up to his ass in it, but the drifts on either side of him certainly were built for swallowing tiny little meddling coywolves whole. this stretch along the ravine’s fancy amenity was very easily a polar bear’s popsicle station—did those live here? who knew, not him—and his gait suggested he had no intentions of becoming apart of the frozen foods section of this no nonsense business.
well actually that was really fucking negotiable, truth be told. it was still cold and obnoxious, everything slicker than shit anywhere he looked, and he was still hungry. but a scavenger was he, the not-so-mighty lakhos, and fortune would perhaps smile on him today where it had spat in his face a few times before.
he worked along narrow ridges, his lightweight frame able to shimmy through crevices that offered further respite from the grueling winds. he found little prizes therein, maybe a morsel here and there that would tide him over until he found some easy prey to entertain himself with. or a handout, however unlikely.
but he didn’t linger long in the frosty, frozen cracks of the ravine either, nor did he venture too close to the stream that had cut through the divide. he could handle being damp for a spell, but he didn’t being wet or whetting his appetite on waters that looked like they betrayed their true depth and hazards.
but he could follow the stream.
and when he had gotten that far, his feet firmly back on terra firma as he knew it, he did exactly that. it worked out for him, the snow wasn’t so damn deep that he was buried up to his ass in it, but the drifts on either side of him certainly were built for swallowing tiny little meddling coywolves whole. this stretch along the ravine’s fancy amenity was very easily a polar bear’s popsicle station—did those live here? who knew, not him—and his gait suggested he had no intentions of becoming apart of the frozen foods section of this no nonsense business.
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time to raise the dead - by Lakhos - January 05, 2021, 01:12 AM
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RE: time to raise the dead - by Lakhos - January 06, 2021, 02:28 PM
RE: time to raise the dead - by Val - January 08, 2021, 09:50 AM
RE: time to raise the dead - by Lakhos - January 08, 2021, 10:45 AM
RE: time to raise the dead - by Val - January 08, 2021, 11:10 AM
RE: time to raise the dead - by Lakhos - January 08, 2021, 11:25 AM
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RE: time to raise the dead - by Lakhos - January 09, 2021, 05:13 PM
RE: time to raise the dead - by Val - January 20, 2021, 01:50 PM
RE: time to raise the dead - by Lakhos - January 20, 2021, 01:56 PM
RE: time to raise the dead - by Val - January 25, 2021, 11:50 AM