Sex: MaleIt's gonna make it all alright
The wine, the beer, the whiskey
Are the only things that fix me...
Little Big Town - Wine, Beer, Whiskey
February 3rd; Light Snow, occasional bouts of wind; -4 ° F, -20 ° C.
RE: Sawyer, you must escape quickly as you're caught under an air strike of falling icicles.
On the edges of the Drooping Willows, where the skeleton trees met the magnificent cedar trees, Sawyer was out on a leisurely walk. All was quiet on this front. As much as he rather appreciated Roamer's Rest, where he and Leviticus had set up "camp," his gangly legs cried to be stretched out. While Levi had gone off to do some scavenging on his own, Sawyer figured he would try to see if he could recover his sister Vanadis' scent trails. Some time ago when he was walking through, he thought he discovered a place where she had simply waltzed through. Keyword was thought. Today was the day to figure out if it had been true.
Head held low and tail kept level, he stalked through the trees. Every so often the wind whipped this way and that, so far doing nothing but tousling his red-tinged sides. This winter coat had come in nicely this year, if he was going to honest with himself... and, it had served him well thus far in his travels.
Overhead the branches creaked and the evergreen boughs swayed. The Archer glanced upward before he realized his mistake. High-perched snow fell down on him and he recoiled with a whip of his head. The cold stinging at his eyes.
Frick.
When he opened his eyes, he noted the pockmarks in the snow. A hasty look and a paw swipe into the biggest of them revealed a sizeable piece of ice. A chilled, see-through thorn. An icicle. The February winds died down for the briefest of moments before sending the trees into an uproar of quivering branches. This time, Sawyer didn't hesitate to act. A storm of tiny daggers rained down all around him. His mind having only but one word: RUN.
(This post was last modified: Feb 03, 2021, 10:46 PM by Sawyer.)
you musn't be afraid
to dream a little bigger, darling
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to dream a little bigger, darling
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