Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2017 20:10:39 GMT -6
Snow. Cold. Ice. The feel of a constant late fall and winter. Those were the things the white male loved as he moved back toward the frozen plains of Cryothia. It wasn't until he took a deep breath of the chilled air that he realized he plainly missed the Northern portion of Aludri, a place he almost always came to more than once every season. His white coat allowed him to hide, his paws sure on the packed snow while claws lightly gripped onto whatever ice he passed over.
Over time, he had learned how to keep his balance on the constantly packed land that froze over every season. Not even the small patches of hidden ice slowed his steady pace. The only time he slowed was when he wanted a little fun of sliding across the larger patches of ice, his claws hardly gliding over the surface, yet kept him upright. His tail barely moved in small circles behind him to help him keep his balance whenever he slid, but even then, it was out of mere amusement. Here and there, he would bounce to a snow pile, digging his face deep into them. It would always be useless as his pelt was white, small hints of the not so frozen tundra in Shyia covering his pelt. Even when he didn't have the brown tint and soft green stains caused by the dirt and leaves from the South, he would never fully blend in unless his green eyes were closed.
If they were closed, he would not have been able to see much of where he was going and was going to be bound to find the rocks hidden under snow banks since they did not have any scents of anything alive. This time though, he shook his head, clearing his nose of the snow he had just shoved his face into as he glanced around, wondering why it had been randomly quiet aside from the sounds of the normal creatures living here. Some where dangerous, others... Not so much. He huffed at a nearby creature that he saw as harmless in its strange ways. Pushing it from his mind, Kiba moved on. His paws carried him further into the plains, his paw catching a patch of ice as it slid out to the side slightly, forcing him to quickly catch his balance.
It seemed that almost every time he had ventured this way, he didn't really find much of anyone that he knew or anybody really. This trip though, told him that others had passed through or were nearby from the scents that filled his glands when he started to pant. Snow had stuck to his nose, leaving it hard to breath normally in the cold air, but he didn't mind. He found it rather amusing to breathe through his partially parted maw in a season that many had not dared to. It was slowly becoming nature to him to pant almost every day, hardly breathing through a well trained nose.
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Over time, he had learned how to keep his balance on the constantly packed land that froze over every season. Not even the small patches of hidden ice slowed his steady pace. The only time he slowed was when he wanted a little fun of sliding across the larger patches of ice, his claws hardly gliding over the surface, yet kept him upright. His tail barely moved in small circles behind him to help him keep his balance whenever he slid, but even then, it was out of mere amusement. Here and there, he would bounce to a snow pile, digging his face deep into them. It would always be useless as his pelt was white, small hints of the not so frozen tundra in Shyia covering his pelt. Even when he didn't have the brown tint and soft green stains caused by the dirt and leaves from the South, he would never fully blend in unless his green eyes were closed.
If they were closed, he would not have been able to see much of where he was going and was going to be bound to find the rocks hidden under snow banks since they did not have any scents of anything alive. This time though, he shook his head, clearing his nose of the snow he had just shoved his face into as he glanced around, wondering why it had been randomly quiet aside from the sounds of the normal creatures living here. Some where dangerous, others... Not so much. He huffed at a nearby creature that he saw as harmless in its strange ways. Pushing it from his mind, Kiba moved on. His paws carried him further into the plains, his paw catching a patch of ice as it slid out to the side slightly, forcing him to quickly catch his balance.
It seemed that almost every time he had ventured this way, he didn't really find much of anyone that he knew or anybody really. This trip though, told him that others had passed through or were nearby from the scents that filled his glands when he started to pant. Snow had stuck to his nose, leaving it hard to breath normally in the cold air, but he didn't mind. He found it rather amusing to breathe through his partially parted maw in a season that many had not dared to. It was slowly becoming nature to him to pant almost every day, hardly breathing through a well trained nose.
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