intertwined, freezing and boiling
Within the chilled embrace of the Arma Mountains, one might believe that Fall had already given way to Winter's deathly grasp. The wind howled a forlorn song between the trees, the branches, the rocks, and the looming face of the mountains themselves... it whispered into the cracks and buried itself deep within the grains of soil and snow. It was a haunting melody that breathed life from between the grasp of Winter's cruel claws.
Through the ice, so much thrived - the birds and creatures answered Fall's song, flirted with it as the snow peppered along their fur and feathers. Winter may feel that these creatures were merely mocking it, but oh, not Fall! The season knew of the beauty that it helped thrive when Tempus blessed the sky and earth. It knew, in its quiet sentience... even when it wore the mask of Winter year round while cradled in the Arma Mountains.
But not all creatures knew why like Fall did. Certainly not Hajduk.
He may not know how he came here.. but he knew someone raised him, even if he did not know exactly who. How could he not remember his own... family? Was it his family that raised him, or was it a kind stranger? And if not either, could it have been Mother Nature or Tempus himself?
All he knew was he was now here, alone. The silence that surrounded the cub was deafening — not even the birds sang nor did the foxes yip. Something had somehow beckoned him here, but now he felt so abandoned, as if the world no longer wished to greet him. It was unfair and childish, if he was to be so honest... and his dissatisfaction with nature's reception of him was met with a mewling grumble, throaty and mildly petulant. His breath frosted his whiskers, colder even than the icicles above him.
His iridescent eyes dropped down to his too-large paws as they crunched on the fresh snow beneath them. It was startling to see how well his fur nearly disappeared alongside something so similar a hue... but it was short lived. He felt the comforting warmth of his paw pads, and a purr escaped his throat as he watched the snow melt beneath his claws and toes.
Hajduk's purr faded into silence, and the six month old cub peered curiously about. All he could see was snow for as far as his opal eyes could see, except for the immediate area around him... where the snow had fully melted in an approximate 2 foot perimeter. He settled down and laid upon the ground, curious and unsure eyes peering curiously above the ridge of snow that had formed around him.
And he called. He did not know to who... or why. The call was a sad mixture of a cub's mewl and a budding, grumbling roar... not quite developed enough to be intimidating, but loud enough to carry across the rock faces of the Mountain.
Hello? Is anyone there?... Even his thoughts were deafening, suffocating. He did not feel at home here. But why?
Through the ice, so much thrived - the birds and creatures answered Fall's song, flirted with it as the snow peppered along their fur and feathers. Winter may feel that these creatures were merely mocking it, but oh, not Fall! The season knew of the beauty that it helped thrive when Tempus blessed the sky and earth. It knew, in its quiet sentience... even when it wore the mask of Winter year round while cradled in the Arma Mountains.
But not all creatures knew why like Fall did. Certainly not Hajduk.
He may not know how he came here.. but he knew someone raised him, even if he did not know exactly who. How could he not remember his own... family? Was it his family that raised him, or was it a kind stranger? And if not either, could it have been Mother Nature or Tempus himself?
All he knew was he was now here, alone. The silence that surrounded the cub was deafening — not even the birds sang nor did the foxes yip. Something had somehow beckoned him here, but now he felt so abandoned, as if the world no longer wished to greet him. It was unfair and childish, if he was to be so honest... and his dissatisfaction with nature's reception of him was met with a mewling grumble, throaty and mildly petulant. His breath frosted his whiskers, colder even than the icicles above him.
His iridescent eyes dropped down to his too-large paws as they crunched on the fresh snow beneath them. It was startling to see how well his fur nearly disappeared alongside something so similar a hue... but it was short lived. He felt the comforting warmth of his paw pads, and a purr escaped his throat as he watched the snow melt beneath his claws and toes.
Hajduk's purr faded into silence, and the six month old cub peered curiously about. All he could see was snow for as far as his opal eyes could see, except for the immediate area around him... where the snow had fully melted in an approximate 2 foot perimeter. He settled down and laid upon the ground, curious and unsure eyes peering curiously above the ridge of snow that had formed around him.
And he called. He did not know to who... or why. The call was a sad mixture of a cub's mewl and a budding, grumbling roar... not quite developed enough to be intimidating, but loud enough to carry across the rock faces of the Mountain.
Hello? Is anyone there?... Even his thoughts were deafening, suffocating. He did not feel at home here. But why?
@El Toro may find himself near the bottom of the Arma Mountains... and it is there, he will stumble upon an adolescent, 6-month old Hajduk. The white cub has taken up perch in a patch of melted snow, peering curiously over the ridge that has formed around him. Hajduk does not know where he is or why he is here, or even how he got here... but everything happens for a reason, right?
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