jack frost

Vorrakess Wolfgang · 12-11-2011, 12:44 AM

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Word Count → 310 :: Table by Raze! I'm sorry about the delay! D:

Morning had past. It was already noon when Wolfgang had stepped into a strange world, a strange world filled with vibrant plants that he had never seen before. His former home had been cold, too cold for prized flowers to grow well. His ears were pointed towards them, though his lips and eyes remained mostly emotionless. The sun was out yet with a slight overcast of clouds, winter clouds. It wasn’t a rare sight to him, no; it was a sight in the sky that had reminded him of home after a heavy dusting of snow. Most of the plants had already died with the frost gained the night before. His trip here had brought him stepping with the familiar touch of cold snow on the ground and the crisp smell of winter in the air.

There were perhaps only a dozen of these vibrant yellow flowers left standing. His eyes drew over each, looking at their petals that had lost much of its sheen. The ends were colored a dark brown, as if it were rotting before him. Though it wasn’t the decay of this unknown plant that had caused him to be curious and to approach them, it was the frost sparkled over. It froze the plant, and when the sun touched just perfectly, it looked as if the flower truly shined. He leaned forth, his cloak siding with the motion, as he reached out his right hand to touch the edge of one of the petals. It was cold, of course, the ice melting in his hand at the sudden warmth, and then, the petal withered to the ground, floating and ending just between his feet.

Puzzled, the hybrid leaned over, carefully and hesitant of his injuries along his shoulder and hind leg. He only straightened once the decayed once yellow petal was between his finger tips.

Insomnia Marrow · 12-11-2011, 04:21 PM

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It's all good! 8D

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Insomnia yawned quietly as she spurred Laevastik towards... empty space. It was ridiculous of her to expect something to appear, but the tired woman still hoped that it would, even if it were just a wilted flower blowing past her narrow snout in the chill breeze.

Though the pale jackayote shivered, she still enjoyed the frost and the cold. It kept her awake some days; on others comforted her that her family felt the same chill and were safe in their home. In her backpack, kept out of the chill, Armsaim purred quietly in her nest of blankets. Insomnia could easily picture the cat cuddling the little toy fish that she had made, the one with a sachet of catnip nestled inside. A small smile curving on her black lips at the thought of her companion and dearest friend, Insomnia patted Laevastik on his strong neck and let him edge towards a canter.

When she saw the other person, the jackayote stilled her horse and sat there quietly as she watched him. When he carefully touched a flower petal, she felt the need to speak. "Isn't it sad?" she asked. "How easily they die?" She felt almost awkward imposing on the man's thoughts, but she felt the need to say that. It was sad, how quickly they died. Like so many things, it was terribly sad.

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