Apr 6, 2016 5:17:20 GMT -6
Post by maldwyn on Apr 6, 2016 5:17:20 GMT -6
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Maldwyn- I Will Share Your Road; Open
Mal did not know what this place was called, but if he had, he'd find the name apt.
Maelstrom heights. Apt indeed. This was the sort of territory that made wandering fruitless and unpleasant; howling, screeching wind tore at his fur, only recently sleek and less-shaggy with the changing season. A thin summer coat did him no good here; warmth was a passing idea, in these winds.It was unpleasant. Extremely unpleasant. Even Antigone refused to take to the air, and instead huddled on his shoulders, as close to his neck as possible.
But this was not the first unpleasant territory that Mal had crossed, and it likely wouldn't be the last.There was no particular trick to it that he'd found; you just put your head down against the wailing winds and pushed forward as best you could, and rested when you had the chance.
Thus, ears back, that is exactly what Maldwyn did. He stepped carefully, not trusting these unfamiliar slopes. The progress was slow, halting at times, but it was progress nonetheless and that was what he was going to focus on.
The good thing about mountains was that they were craggy, and this mountain was of little exception; as his muscles began to tense up and he began to ache for somewhere to rest, a likely looking spot became apparent along the narrow path he was tracing: a small little area, by fluke sheltered by the wind thanks to the strange shape into which the wind had carved the mountain. Mal picked up speed and made for that place, eager for a break.
Maelstrom heights. Apt indeed. This was the sort of territory that made wandering fruitless and unpleasant; howling, screeching wind tore at his fur, only recently sleek and less-shaggy with the changing season. A thin summer coat did him no good here; warmth was a passing idea, in these winds.It was unpleasant. Extremely unpleasant. Even Antigone refused to take to the air, and instead huddled on his shoulders, as close to his neck as possible.
But this was not the first unpleasant territory that Mal had crossed, and it likely wouldn't be the last.There was no particular trick to it that he'd found; you just put your head down against the wailing winds and pushed forward as best you could, and rested when you had the chance.
Thus, ears back, that is exactly what Maldwyn did. He stepped carefully, not trusting these unfamiliar slopes. The progress was slow, halting at times, but it was progress nonetheless and that was what he was going to focus on.
The good thing about mountains was that they were craggy, and this mountain was of little exception; as his muscles began to tense up and he began to ache for somewhere to rest, a likely looking spot became apparent along the narrow path he was tracing: a small little area, by fluke sheltered by the wind thanks to the strange shape into which the wind had carved the mountain. Mal picked up speed and made for that place, eager for a break.
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