07-22-2011, 02:02 PM
Set at about midday, at a beach somewhere
Fear of the waves rippled through the Arctic woman and she shuddered from it but the small femme was determined to beat her fear, down here there was no ice to crack and crumble beneath your feet and send you plunging into a waters of hell itself. Hundreds of thousands of razor sharp knives all digging into you at the same time. Jace had been fortunate in that she had never experienced that pain firsthand but she had known those who had and had been enormously lucky to survive unlike her young friend Azael, who had died of the resulting hypothermia.
She opened her mismatched blue and amber eyes only to find that she had inadvertently retreated several steps back away from the crashing waves. Breath hissed through clenched teeth and she growled low in her throat, ashamed of her own cowardice and lack of strength. The elders of her pack would have been deeply shamed to see one of their number acting with such lack of discipline, especially considering the situation was not as deadly as it had once been, the waters of Nova Scotia nowhere near as deadly as those of the Arctic, lacking the almost instantly fatal temperatures.
Unwillingness to let this fear rule her actions and take over her life, the femme forced herself to take a step forwards towards the water and then another and then another until she was almost at the edge of the frothing wash.
Fear of the waves rippled through the Arctic woman and she shuddered from it but the small femme was determined to beat her fear, down here there was no ice to crack and crumble beneath your feet and send you plunging into a waters of hell itself. Hundreds of thousands of razor sharp knives all digging into you at the same time. Jace had been fortunate in that she had never experienced that pain firsthand but she had known those who had and had been enormously lucky to survive unlike her young friend Azael, who had died of the resulting hypothermia.
She opened her mismatched blue and amber eyes only to find that she had inadvertently retreated several steps back away from the crashing waves. Breath hissed through clenched teeth and she growled low in her throat, ashamed of her own cowardice and lack of strength. The elders of her pack would have been deeply shamed to see one of their number acting with such lack of discipline, especially considering the situation was not as deadly as it had once been, the waters of Nova Scotia nowhere near as deadly as those of the Arctic, lacking the almost instantly fatal temperatures.
Unwillingness to let this fear rule her actions and take over her life, the femme forced herself to take a step forwards towards the water and then another and then another until she was almost at the edge of the frothing wash.