lost and buried

Snow was not natural. Not in the desert.

As the frozen white substance blanketed all of Solterra and the impending blizzard loomed angrily on the horizon, the little fennec sat shivering underneath an outcropping of rocks. The snow had piled high on the roof of his makeshift cave and was starting to creep into the mouth of it as well. Dark brown eyes stared apathetically out into the whitewashed landscape before him, a hard shiver wracking his body.

A warm puff of breath escaped his tiny maw, and large ears flattened back against his head. Naiosé tucked his tail up against his cold body, and his gaze shifted down. Clumps of snow had matted locks of his fur together, and he spent the next couple of minutes angrily chewing them out... desert dwellers certainly were not made for a life of snow and cold. Naiosé stared off into the desert before him, quietly wondering if this was what Solterra was destined to. Bleakly, he questioned how long he could survive in such an environment... his fur was not made to protect him from the cold. His senses weren't nearly as sharp in this type of environment, either.

His mind wandered briefly to Kauri, and his nose twitched as he stared out over the desert. Where was the striped Andalusian now, and how was he fairing through all of this?

After many long minutes of staring off into the landscape that looked so foreign to him now, the small fennec tucked his nose under his tail. Gaze instead shifted to the inside of his miniature cave, focused on a small crack in the rock that lay to his right. His stomach growled angrily as the wind howled outside, and a sigh pushed past his muzzle. He'd have to go out into the whiteout sometime, for there was nothing for him here in this small cave... not food, not Kauri - there was only the inevitability that he would be snowed in and trapped, destined to starve alone under the small outcropping.

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And while he was certain the outcome of this situation, this blizzard, was not at all bright.. he was destined not to let this be his fate. With a growl pitched under his breath, the fox stood up and dug feverishly at the snow that had almost sealed off the entrance. Within a few moments, he burst forth from the snow, which was now piled high up to his chest.

Large ears stayed pinned to his head as Naiosé stared around him. He could see nothing... no landmarks in the distance, no people, no bushes nor other wildlife. For a split second, he contemplated where to go... and then decided that there was no better option than what was directly in front of him. After all, before the blizzard washed out the landscape in a blanket of white, he had been heading towards a large building in the distance..

And so he ran. Bounding through the snow in tall leaps, his short legs burst him up from the thick blanket below. He could feel the snow clumping to his fur - balling up and pulling against his skin... feel the sharp pain in his side as exhaustion and hunger wore him down... feel his breath hot against his muzzle as it labored, wafting up in frosty breaths to disappear into the frozen sky. His vision grew bleary, his breath rasping hard and his muscles aching.

He truly questioned if he would make it through this blizzard, or if he would die out in this hellish place, frozen and buried like all the other wildlife.... All he saw before him was a landscape that wanted nothing more than to snuff out his existence and snow that wanted nothing more than to smother him.

Until he saw something else.... something not quite large enough to be a landmark, yet not quite small enough to rival his own size. In his weary mind, he quietly hoped it was @Kauri... but knew that the chances of that were so slim, so minute, that he was more likely to be lost to the snow than find him once more.

Naiosé is stuck in the blizzard that plagues the Mors Desert. He briefly hides under an outcropping of rocks to pick away at the snow that has been clumping onto his fur, and then considers staying there. It's only after realizing that staying there would mean his death that he digs his way out and forges forward, straight ahead into the whiteout. However, his hunger and exhaustion begins taking a toll on him... the snow, growing taller by the minute, forces him to leap instead of walk, and his small body begins to tire. He bleakly wonders if this is how he'll meet his end - frozen and buried in this hellscape - as he sees nothing ahead other than white snow. It's only after questioning his mortality that he sees a figure ahead... even though he doubts it, there's a small hope that takes hold in his mind, wondering if it could it be @Kauri.

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