Sex: FemaleRandom Event: Hexamora, you fell through thin ice when crossing a river.
Setting: February 13th - -16 ° F, -27 ° C - Freezing fog - Early evening
Yet again the land was plagued by a seemingly never ending presence of fog, a particularly freezing case on this day as quiet footsteps fell upon the freshest dusting of snow. On the days the vision distorting fog couldn't come to work and make traveling nearly impossible it seemed its cousin of fluttering white snow flurries from the gray skies above came to take its place, coating everything in its path in a layer of white that continuously built one upon the other. The result of such layering now blocked Hexamora's path with a bundle of branches from the surrounding trees toppled over, the various sized bases snapped beneath the weight of the snow that had once rested upon its slumbering bark now left to wither in the coming storms and become a poor excuse for shelter to an animal small enough to situate its form beneath them. The dove coated woman though was not out and about seeking shelter - adverting her current path of travel to skirt around the obstacle - and instead was giving in to the ever present wanderlust that fueled her chilled veins, no set destination in mind nor plans of making a destination. For now the Beauvau woman was content to let her paws lead her wherever they willed to go.
As it be they had managed to drag the emaciated frame -scant clad ribs and all due to a lack of proper meals - to a place yet to be traversed by Hexamora and known to others as the Secret Falls or to be more exact just shy of where the Darkwater Rapids lay frozen in a timeless layer of ice from the bone chilling temperature of winters frost until the warmth of spring came to melt away the crystals and restart the clock. Bringing her small frame to a halt her bi-colored eyes surveyed her surroundings, intent to avoid anyone who's presence was not wanted. Especially in her transpiring state of health. The last thing she needed was someone to come along and pick her off to secure their own survival or better yet mother nature to do the deed herself. Content that she was in fact alone her paws returned to their previous mindless motion, carrying her closer to the edge of the once flowing river that now was nothing more than an ice sculpture with the way the rapids had frozen over. It was an art piece by mother nature how you could see the jagged edges of the waves leaping upwards, creating such an uneven surface that didn't seem logical. The dark waters was so beautiful. So beautiful and fragile to the touch. But if she wanted to continue onward she would have to cross the glass like river.
Hesitantly Hexamora padded forward, giving the edge of the river an uncertain prod with her paw to test its sturdiness. Her ears were met with the sound of faint crackling, but alas the ice held in place. That was without weight added to it. With a huff and putting on her big girl panties she cautiously set one paw in front of the other slowly, pausing each time the velvet of her ivory ears were met with the sound of crackling. "Don't break..don't break.." she whispered just barely above a hush, praying to gods she didn't believe in that the ice would hold beneath her weight. It wasn't like she weighed a ton these days anyways. Slowly her paws scuffled across the ice, her claws leaving tiny scratches as they clicked along the glassy surface. It didn't take long for her to reach half way across, the floor beneath her still remaining solid from what she could tell. One step at a time, slow and steady..
