Post by Tiberius on Dec 2, 2018 13:00:51 GMT -6
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[attr="class","pltxt"]A thick white blanket of snow had begun to cover their lands. Tiberius was told to stay within the confines of the den during the high points of the storms. The winds and snow reigned down on them, covering the lands in white. It was cold to the touch. How did he know this? Well, Tiberius never listened - not right away at least. Not thinking it right, his paws had left behind the very distinct path in which he had chosen to travel. He wanted to see the lands, he wanted to see more. Nipping at the snow, he got a large amount in his mouth. It was cold and he spit out what he could, that had not already melted on his tongue. The young male wanted to see so much more. Taking more steps forward, he traversed through the land, keeping his tail above the white powder. Then a quick thought got into his mind. He froze standing completely still. His bi-colored eyes mulled over the white as he tried to find out where he could safely land. He rocked his body backwards, pushing on his hind legs.
Lifting his upper half into the air, his paws kicked slightly in the air. His ears pressed forward and his eyes scanned over everything. His rump was forced to rest against the cold snow and he launched upwards, pushing himself as far as he could go. He pounced into the snow that had yet to be touched by others. As he collided in the billows of white snow, a whole ton went right up his nose. But he really did not hate it. His coat was thick and prepared for the winter, but he never expected it to be this way. His mother had told him of snow, warning him for the dangers it could possess, but he did not care. Life was not meant to be lived through the words of another, he had to live for himself. Of course, he would not want tiny Ileana to be in this mess, to be stuck in the snow. He would be there to rescue her, should she need it. He thought about going back, but he also thought about the lake.
As quickly as he could, he trudged through the fresh white powder. His tail wagged behind him wickedly, from left to right. He could tell he was getting close to the lake, for he knew the lands well. He had ran all along from one area to the next a multitude of times over the last year. He was stretching his legs and enjoying the feel. When he got to the lake, he noticed that the snow had not piled over the surface. Instead, it just wrapped itself delicately around the shore. His bright and bewildered eyes stared at the frozen lake, not seeing any movement on the surface. He walked closer, plowing through the toppled snow to the lake. Right on the edge, he looked into the water, only to see some fish swimming beneath the surface. How was this possible? Reaching out a paw, he touched the ice frozen lake and pulled back immediately. It was colder than the snow and very hard. How could the fish be swimming beneath this hard sheath of clear ice?
He replaced his paw back onto the ice, this time, he pushed harder. He put a decent amount of his weight on it, then another paw. With half of his weight on the ice, he knew he had to go further. He wanted to go as far as he possibly could. He was a few feet from the shore and here he was, walking on top of the ice. There was one more thing he was curious of... how did the ice taste? He stared at the fish, how they mocked him for being able to be free - safe from all harm. He reached down his muzzle and opened his maw. Part of him was worried, that the rumors he heard were true - but he knew better than to listen to others. His tongue lolled out of his maw and pressed itself hard to the ice. His tongue was lathered with saliva, which caused the frozen ice to latch onto his pink muscle. He tried to pull back from the ice, but alas, he was stuck. Frantically pulling from the ice, he would not budge. Soft whines and whimpers escaped from his agape mouth.
Lifting his upper half into the air, his paws kicked slightly in the air. His ears pressed forward and his eyes scanned over everything. His rump was forced to rest against the cold snow and he launched upwards, pushing himself as far as he could go. He pounced into the snow that had yet to be touched by others. As he collided in the billows of white snow, a whole ton went right up his nose. But he really did not hate it. His coat was thick and prepared for the winter, but he never expected it to be this way. His mother had told him of snow, warning him for the dangers it could possess, but he did not care. Life was not meant to be lived through the words of another, he had to live for himself. Of course, he would not want tiny Ileana to be in this mess, to be stuck in the snow. He would be there to rescue her, should she need it. He thought about going back, but he also thought about the lake.
As quickly as he could, he trudged through the fresh white powder. His tail wagged behind him wickedly, from left to right. He could tell he was getting close to the lake, for he knew the lands well. He had ran all along from one area to the next a multitude of times over the last year. He was stretching his legs and enjoying the feel. When he got to the lake, he noticed that the snow had not piled over the surface. Instead, it just wrapped itself delicately around the shore. His bright and bewildered eyes stared at the frozen lake, not seeing any movement on the surface. He walked closer, plowing through the toppled snow to the lake. Right on the edge, he looked into the water, only to see some fish swimming beneath the surface. How was this possible? Reaching out a paw, he touched the ice frozen lake and pulled back immediately. It was colder than the snow and very hard. How could the fish be swimming beneath this hard sheath of clear ice?
He replaced his paw back onto the ice, this time, he pushed harder. He put a decent amount of his weight on it, then another paw. With half of his weight on the ice, he knew he had to go further. He wanted to go as far as he possibly could. He was a few feet from the shore and here he was, walking on top of the ice. There was one more thing he was curious of... how did the ice taste? He stared at the fish, how they mocked him for being able to be free - safe from all harm. He reached down his muzzle and opened his maw. Part of him was worried, that the rumors he heard were true - but he knew better than to listen to others. His tongue lolled out of his maw and pressed itself hard to the ice. His tongue was lathered with saliva, which caused the frozen ice to latch onto his pink muscle. He tried to pull back from the ice, but alas, he was stuck. Frantically pulling from the ice, he would not budge. Soft whines and whimpers escaped from his agape mouth.
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