Post by Saeran on Jan 29, 2019 5:06:37 GMT -6
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The cold had never particularly bothered Saeran.
Perhaps she had her breeds to thank – the thick-furred Samoyed on her mother’s side, and…well, whatever her father had been. Whatever the case was, the biting chill of winter had little success in burrowing beneath her thick, billowy coat to nip at her skin. Rather, she was more comfortable with it than she was in the summer months, when the heat felt oppressive and her fur felt heavy and far too stifling. And so as the strange winter settled upon Anikira, Saeran thrived - her spirits were up, along with her energy.
Her ivory pelt blended in with the snow surrounding her as she picked her way through R’imdar, her large paws leaving telltale prints in the drift. It was not an area she’d frequented much during her time upon Anikira, but it only fueled Saeran’s desire to explore it thoroughly, for she greatly enjoyed stumbling upon areas that were unfamiliar to her. And due to this, it was the thick column of steam unfurling from the earth and spiraling towards the heavens that drew her towards the Dragon’s Mouth.
She hummed underneath her breath as she approached it, triangular ears twitching atop her cranium in an attempt to detect any noise beyond the whisper of wind and the chirping of birds in the distance. It was slightly warmer here than other areas, though not by much, the earth heating her paws as she moved towards the strange tower of steam. It was strange, she thought as she stood surveying the sight before her, how the world around her was so frigid and yet this little area remained warm. What would happen, then, should she step through the smoke?
Saeran supposed that there was only one way to find out. Snorting, the mass of fur plunged forward through the steam, feeling it heat her form as she found herself in a cavern of sorts. It was spacious enough to have fit several wolves, should she have had company, with a warmth that chased away the chill of winter and left a pleasant atmosphere. She would not be able to stand it for terribly long before she grew hot with her thick pelt, but for now it was…quite nice. A half-smile tugged at her muzzle as she settled towards the back of the cave, her curled tail resting against her spine and her form tucking itself neatly against the stone.
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The cold had never particularly bothered Saeran.
Perhaps she had her breeds to thank – the thick-furred Samoyed on her mother’s side, and…well, whatever her father had been. Whatever the case was, the biting chill of winter had little success in burrowing beneath her thick, billowy coat to nip at her skin. Rather, she was more comfortable with it than she was in the summer months, when the heat felt oppressive and her fur felt heavy and far too stifling. And so as the strange winter settled upon Anikira, Saeran thrived - her spirits were up, along with her energy.
Her ivory pelt blended in with the snow surrounding her as she picked her way through R’imdar, her large paws leaving telltale prints in the drift. It was not an area she’d frequented much during her time upon Anikira, but it only fueled Saeran’s desire to explore it thoroughly, for she greatly enjoyed stumbling upon areas that were unfamiliar to her. And due to this, it was the thick column of steam unfurling from the earth and spiraling towards the heavens that drew her towards the Dragon’s Mouth.
She hummed underneath her breath as she approached it, triangular ears twitching atop her cranium in an attempt to detect any noise beyond the whisper of wind and the chirping of birds in the distance. It was slightly warmer here than other areas, though not by much, the earth heating her paws as she moved towards the strange tower of steam. It was strange, she thought as she stood surveying the sight before her, how the world around her was so frigid and yet this little area remained warm. What would happen, then, should she step through the smoke?
Saeran supposed that there was only one way to find out. Snorting, the mass of fur plunged forward through the steam, feeling it heat her form as she found herself in a cavern of sorts. It was spacious enough to have fit several wolves, should she have had company, with a warmth that chased away the chill of winter and left a pleasant atmosphere. She would not be able to stand it for terribly long before she grew hot with her thick pelt, but for now it was…quite nice. A half-smile tugged at her muzzle as she settled towards the back of the cave, her curled tail resting against her spine and her form tucking itself neatly against the stone.
tagged|| Eztli
word count|| 406
notes|| ^.^
Sas R., bg
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