Post by Camerlengo on Jan 4, 2012 2:19:38 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 200px; background-color:#cbe5fe; border-left: 7px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 7px solid #ffffff; border-top: 7px solid #ffffff; border-right: 7px solid #ffffff;] The wet, warm climate of the forest was something Winter found distasteful. In any other circumstances, she would have tried to scout out a cooler climate, preferably one with much more snow. The forests, however, were warm and damp, as if spring had come many moons early this year. The white wolf's cyan eyes flickered with irritation as she made her way through the warm, leafy expanses, searching for an end. So far, all she had stumbled upon was a half-frozen over lake and a few frosty patches of dying ferns. She knew the winters were harsher in the plains, where snow and ice could spread their frozen wings without limitation. Part of her wished she was back in Lykengard, where the seasons were at their fullest all the time. Winter remembered the sealing off of the promised land from the beasts and Savages alike. Her and her brethren had been forced to leave as well, for the sake of the outer world. They had to protect the land from the Savages, all the while seeking Lykengard out once more, for its location had managed to escape the memories of each of the newborn Immortals. Winter licked her frozen maw wistfully. She would find the promised land, she was sure of it, but that didn't mean she had to enjoy the search. Slightly more irritable than she had been moments before, Winter set off again through the frost-draped forest. It was hardly cold enough even for the frost to stay frozen- the ground was already growing moist with the melting of the precipitation. Winter wondered if an actual, snowy day had ever touched this part of the forest, where heat seemed to radiate from every plant and being inside of it. She highly doubted it. My father would know, she thought sadly. Growing weary of her expedition, Winter paused in her tracks once more and exhaled loudly, letting her lungs deflate before inhaling another great breath of air. She regulated her breathing like this for a few moments before setting off again, her anger and annoyance only somewhat calmed by the meditating exercise. If only I could meet a Savage once more, she thought ruefully. And avenge my father. Winter's icy blue eyes narrowed into slits, almost cat-like, at the prospect of vengeance. It was one that had appealed to her more and more these past few days. |
