12-16-2009, 09:24 PM
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Here ya go <3
It was snowing. The flurries of white were mixing with the yellow leaves and bare skeleton trees. It seemed that winter had finally decided to descend on the world, bringing with it the heavy forbearance of white storms and raging wind bringing ice. Strel did not care. The weather could do little more than make travel long and give him colds. There was nothing to hate, nothing to fear, nothing to worry over. However, the part that did bother him was the cold. It had been only slightly warmer back at his old home, but from what he felt now was that it was not too terribly worse. That did mean it was going to be unpleasantly cold and the poor guy would try to refrain from venturing outside. He was a summer kind of person, and winter was exactly what he did not want.
His feet led him anywhere. He simply wandered around so as to keep himself from feeling the effects of the weather. Shivering, Strelein found himself at an open field. A quick look told him that it was a field with dead vegetation. A second told him the dead flora were sunflowers. Saddening at the location, the redhead shuffled forward, feet crunching on the cold ground and light snow. About him was his spare shirt and pants, having had his usual set ripped days earlier by Leroy, not that he would admit as much. No, Leroy would most definitely hurt him if it got out. The guy was such a grouch some times.
A stalk broke away easily from the ground, the thing stiff from the cold and the light dusting of snow. Strel crunched it up and let it drop before he looked up at the gray clouds. Every now and then snowflakes would force him to blink as they continued to drop from the heavens. He stuck out his tongue and his hands shot out to balance himself. He jumped about, trying to catch flakes on his tongue like some young pup in his first winter. This was his third. Someday, Strel would have to grow up, but now, he could be a like a child with no real responsibilities weighing heavily on his shoulders.
Here ya go <3
It was snowing. The flurries of white were mixing with the yellow leaves and bare skeleton trees. It seemed that winter had finally decided to descend on the world, bringing with it the heavy forbearance of white storms and raging wind bringing ice. Strel did not care. The weather could do little more than make travel long and give him colds. There was nothing to hate, nothing to fear, nothing to worry over. However, the part that did bother him was the cold. It had been only slightly warmer back at his old home, but from what he felt now was that it was not too terribly worse. That did mean it was going to be unpleasantly cold and the poor guy would try to refrain from venturing outside. He was a summer kind of person, and winter was exactly what he did not want.
His feet led him anywhere. He simply wandered around so as to keep himself from feeling the effects of the weather. Shivering, Strelein found himself at an open field. A quick look told him that it was a field with dead vegetation. A second told him the dead flora were sunflowers. Saddening at the location, the redhead shuffled forward, feet crunching on the cold ground and light snow. About him was his spare shirt and pants, having had his usual set ripped days earlier by Leroy, not that he would admit as much. No, Leroy would most definitely hurt him if it got out. The guy was such a grouch some times.
A stalk broke away easily from the ground, the thing stiff from the cold and the light dusting of snow. Strel crunched it up and let it drop before he looked up at the gray clouds. Every now and then snowflakes would force him to blink as they continued to drop from the heavens. He stuck out his tongue and his hands shot out to balance himself. He jumped about, trying to catch flakes on his tongue like some young pup in his first winter. This was his third. Someday, Strel would have to grow up, but now, he could be a like a child with no real responsibilities weighing heavily on his shoulders.