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Cold
Open Solanis 
Gwyn
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GWYN
uh-oh, running out of breath, but I
oh, I, I got stamina


She arrived in the colorful forest by mid-afternoon, and decided, almost immediately, that this would be where she would wait for her parents. Not sure exactly if they would find her or not, the girl had also spent a great number of days crossing the wild realms of the Rift alone. Travelling did not seem to expedite her finding her dam or sire, and so she had begun to wonder if she shouldn’t just wait somewhere.

Initially, Gwyn had thought to go back to the rainforest, where the herd of the north had weathered the first weeks in the Rift together, before they’d parted ways. The problem with that, however, was that she hadn’t a clue where the rainforest was. So, after many unsuccessful days of cold and terrifying travel, the filly decides that enough was enough; she was not likely to find the rainforest, and this place seemed friendly enough, especially in comparison to the endless mist to the north.

Nightfall brought new concerns, however, after half a day of cheerful wandering among the ice-coated ferns and bright, yellow flowers. The rustle and croon of the unseen beasties in the dark again rose to her attention, and the longer that the shadows grew, the more and more her good feelings from the day slipped away, replaced by what she was beginning to accept to be constant anxiety. Her weeks alone, however, had taught her new resourcefulness; within a few moments, she has procured a moderately sized, dry-ish stick (considering the ice layering everything), which she clamps tightly between her teeth. Focusing all her will on her snowy rump, she angles the tip of her stick towards her hindquarters, and waits for her magic to ignite the stick with its electrical sparks.

Somewhat damp from the frosty encasement it had resided in moments before, the stick’s tip takes a while to catch, but does eventually burn with a red hot coal, and small, tapered tip of flame. Now equipped with both light and warmth, the girl trots through the wood, trying her best to remain stoic in the face of the shadows, and frightful rustling therein; it is little over half an hour and well into the darkness of night when she believes she sees a large enough cranny at the roots of a tree some short distance away. She becomes so entrenched in making it to this nook, that she almost doesn’t notice the man half buried in the leaves until she has nearly stumbled over him. She most certainly does drop her stick, which flutters weakly against the frozen ground.

Dammit!” curses the small child, the word incredibly vulgar coming from such a childish face; clamoring to pick her light back up, she shoots the half buried man a glance that might have coated him in ice, too. Though she was annoyed with him for almost having snuffed out her fire, the girl is also inwardly grateful to have company, even if it is a hulking, strange fellow in a stranger forest. Still, her mood was not the most pleasant, and as she was not the most pleasant on a good day, the filly shows very little gratitude to fate (or the stranger) as she stamps across the frosty earth. Her words are muffled around her grasp on her fire as she haughtily makes her way to the other side of the clearing, audibly grumbling. “Weirdo, layin’ in the middle of a path…

[ OOC: Lirl Gwyn is having a rough day as you can see <3 she'll get nicer I'm sure. ]
Image by Jody Roberts@Flickr

@Roscorro
I'm just wild
so sit the f#@k down

please tag gwyn for opening posts & mentions in group threads only


Messages In This Thread
Cold - by Roscorro - 11-05-2017, 11:50 PM
RE: Cold - by Gwyn - 11-06-2017, 03:05 PM
RE: Cold - by Roscorro - 11-06-2017, 10:29 PM
RE: Cold - by Gwyn - 11-07-2017, 02:42 PM
RE: Cold - by Roscorro - 11-08-2017, 01:44 AM
RE: Cold - by Gwyn - 11-09-2017, 02:02 PM
RE: Cold - by Roscorro - 11-10-2017, 05:15 AM
RE: Cold - by Gwyn - 11-16-2017, 02:21 PM
RE: Cold - by Roscorro - 11-26-2017, 02:39 AM
RE: Cold - by Gwyn - 11-30-2017, 04:06 PM
RE: Cold - by Roscorro - 12-18-2017, 03:17 AM