I will still be here, stargazing
Deimos or Zenith pick whichever of the threads I made you prefer! This one will be the creature.
Halo had a habit of being cold even when the rest of the world was warming. Iskra pulled his jacket up closer to his neck as he and Goose walked through the woods. The man and dog had traveled through many a forest, but he had to admit, this place creeped him out a fair bit. Still, it had some specifically colored wood that he was looking for. He spent a lot of time chopping down trees, ripping away life that had taken years of struggle to thrive, so once in a while, it was nice to take that and turn it into something pretty instead of just feeding it to the fire. He planned on carving something for Melita. An apology.
Suddenly, Goose paused, the hackles on the back of his neck lifting faintly. Iskra, not one to ignore his trusted best friend, paused. The snow crunched underneath, and the silence rushed in. They both strained to listen. Iskra took the moment to breathe against his hands, willing some warmth back into them. He'd foolishly forgotten his gloves. It had been warmer when he'd started this jaunt. "What is it?" he asked, uncertain if they should proceed. The trees were apt to hind any manner of things, friend or foe.
Halo had a habit of being cold even when the rest of the world was warming. Iskra pulled his jacket up closer to his neck as he and Goose walked through the woods. The man and dog had traveled through many a forest, but he had to admit, this place creeped him out a fair bit. Still, it had some specifically colored wood that he was looking for. He spent a lot of time chopping down trees, ripping away life that had taken years of struggle to thrive, so once in a while, it was nice to take that and turn it into something pretty instead of just feeding it to the fire. He planned on carving something for Melita. An apology.
Suddenly, Goose paused, the hackles on the back of his neck lifting faintly. Iskra, not one to ignore his trusted best friend, paused. The snow crunched underneath, and the silence rushed in. They both strained to listen. Iskra took the moment to breathe against his hands, willing some warmth back into them. He'd foolishly forgotten his gloves. It had been warmer when he'd started this jaunt. "What is it?" he asked, uncertain if they should proceed. The trees were apt to hind any manner of things, friend or foe.
Iskra
