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Nathaniel King · 01-06-2012, 11:59 PM

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Nathaniel Guffawlins

My heart is numb, has no feeling. So while I'm still healing
Just try and have a little patience.

Word Count :: 715

There was nothing on the earth that could be compared to the beauty of the evening sky. He didn't mind having to brave the chill of winter to go out and have a look at it - the moment that he was able to fully view it he would forget about how cold he was or that he'd walked a mile through the snow to get to his special vantage point. A ragged wool coat and cap was all that he wore on this night, not nearly enough to keep the chill from gripping him as mapped the location of each and every major point that he could see in the sky. He had looked at his reference book earlier that day to refresh himself on what constellations to look for, and had been able to locate and chart each of them. The moon shone down on him from above as he worked, trying to judge the distance between his markings in the half-light. On nights when there was no moon, he would carry a small lantern with him...but the red-tinged canine preferred the light of the moon above all else.

He sat over the edge of a long slab of darkened stone, legs hanging over the side with his piece of paneling seated on his lap as he drew. He was nearly finished, just wanted to add a few other small stars in as reference points before he put his pencil away in his pocket. He wasn't far from the caves that he occupied with his siblings, but the walk back was more uphill than down and he wanted to get back at a decent enough hour. It wasn't terribly late into the night, only around eight o'clock or so, but he didn't want to worry anybody. Nathaniel was nearly full-grown and had been taking care of his own needs for some time now, but that didn't mean that he did not respect his family. He didn't want to get an earful from anybody for not being home.

The male hopped down from the rock, beginning to trudge back down the path that he'd made through the snow. It was a quiet winter night with no other sounds beyond the creaking of the trees above and the rustle of dead leaves skittering across the snow in front of him. He kept his eyes at the ground in front of himself as he went, looking at the shapes that his large feet had made in the snow on his trip to the rock. He tried to keep to the same tracks, shivering a bit and wrapping his coat more tightly around himself as he trotted through the dusting of white. He'd be home soon enough, and would be glad to see the cave formation. The rust-colored boy was now finally feeling the chill of January upon his limbs, fingers and toes beginning to feel dead and numb the more that time passed.

Pieces of his frozen red hair blew back into his face as a particularly strong gust of wind came through the trees, and he reached up to put the locks back into place. He put his head down a bit, trying to keep the wind out of his face, but it was no good. The next big gust took his hat right off of his head, and he turned in surprise to see it on the ground a few yards back. He set after it quickly as the wind picked it up once more, taking it even farther away from him. The snow was getting quite a bit deeper in this area but it was a fact that the boy didn't notice as he ran in pursuit of his beloved hat. He finally caught up with it at the top of a hill, an area where the snow seemed a bit looser and softer. Nathaniel walked carefully over it, bending until the hat was just within his reach...and then it happened. The snow beneath his feet collapsed, burying the male up to his head. He struggled, but that only seemed to bring more of the fluffy white stuff down on top of him. How far was he from one of the beaten paths? He wasn't sure. "H-Help!! Help!! Somebody!" He called, voice frantic.

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