full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Snow was falling rapidly, which meant it was safe for Amun to go out, though he felt sluggish and weak. Still, seeing as he once again found himself left to his own devices and with nothing to do, he wasn’t going to let that stop him. So he’d gone for a walk. He’d been walking a lot, recently, and yet not really going anywhere. Normally, that would’ve bothered him, but he was still exploring this new world and there were enough surprises in it to keep him at least marginally interested.
While the cold didn’t bother him, his visibility was severely limited by the storm. Which is why he had almost stumbled upon the creature made of snow before it roared, sending him stumbling away before he tripped and fell on his ass. Scrambling backwards through the powder, his eyes took in the long neck, the strong legs, the white features, seemingly all made of snow, a look of wonder and fear in his eyes.
While the cold didn’t bother him, his visibility was severely limited by the storm. Which is why he had almost stumbled upon the creature made of snow before it roared, sending him stumbling away before he tripped and fell on his ass. Scrambling backwards through the powder, his eyes took in the long neck, the strong legs, the white features, seemingly all made of snow, a look of wonder and fear in his eyes.
amun
