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03-12-2014, 09:02 PM
As the season progressed and aged, the sun gradually started to gain effect on the world below. Snow still fell from time to time but between the spells of bad weather the periods of milder weather were growing increasingly frequent, with clear blue skies and golden rays of light that caressed frost-nipped skin with gentle warmth. Not yet springtime, the wildlife was growing inspired none the less and in the wake of darkness and death as illness departed from the lands both birds and beasts were growing more active. Birds chattered and chirped in trees and bushes, shrubs and thickets, winter-coated mammals made hasty expeditions to the surface in search of anything edible, and every now and then a wild chase took place as a fox or hawk made a pass on an unsuspecting victim. The western shoreline was mostly deserted at this time of year. The harsh winter had left even these waters covered in ice, and while the layer of snow wasn't as thick the icy sands were still hard and slippery to traverse. The crash of waves against rock had become reduced to a mournful cluck of suppressed wrath against the beach where the ice cracked and crumbled, producing a sighing sound of crunching and griding, creaking and whining of ice against ice, snow against water and liquid on sand. The wind was cold as it blew in from the sea, carrying a scent of salt and changing weather. A shadow stirred in the brightness of the day, a sinister omen lurking amongst the stacking blocks of drift ice. On cloven hooves it roamed the shoreline, surefooted despite the sometimes slippery underlay; the head was held low, nose close to the ground with lips scraping over the rough surface, cracked and numbed from cold and salt, nonsensitive yet persistent. He searched for something amongst the wreckage winter had deposited on the beach, using touch and taste and scent as substitute for a sight he had never possessed - and for each hour that passed without success the mood of the giant grew increasingly foul. @[Cealestis] What if I say I will never surrender? |
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