01-01-2009, 02:39 AM
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The winter made everything look cold and gray, yet enticing in it's own way. Pale, white skies hung low over the steel-gray ocean, casting a myriad of snowflakes down to the frozen sands. Flame colored eyes blinked back the flakes, finding the snow fascinating for his second winter, having been born in it's cold clutches. He'd almost missed the cold, but traveling around always led to experiencing acceptably unseasonable weather no matter where they went. High in the mountains remained cold and icy all year round, while lower in the valleys toward the south stayed warm and moist even in the clutches of winter. The world was an intriguing, varied place, and this land was no different.
The sand beneath his paws was harsh and gritty, buried beneath the dusty touches of snow. A breeze picked up, spiraling snowflakes into the wolf's eyes and nose and stirring up whirlwinds of white that twisted and danced all around him. He sought shelter in a low cave, shaking the snow from his thick, wintry coat and mane that was suited from his father's blood for harsh environments. Crouching down, he watched the snow falling, barely able to see the near ocean any longer through the flakes--waiting until he felt like traveling again.[/html]
The sand beneath his paws was harsh and gritty, buried beneath the dusty touches of snow. A breeze picked up, spiraling snowflakes into the wolf's eyes and nose and stirring up whirlwinds of white that twisted and danced all around him. He sought shelter in a low cave, shaking the snow from his thick, wintry coat and mane that was suited from his father's blood for harsh environments. Crouching down, he watched the snow falling, barely able to see the near ocean any longer through the flakes--waiting until he felt like traveling again.[/html]