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rainbowfic2014-02-11 09:40 pm
greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2014-02-11 09:40 pm
Entry tags:
Iceberg #10
Name: Greenling
Story: Lords of Strife and Cunning
Colors: Iceberg #10 (winter wonderland)
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: 507
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Intro to the first main character in the story. Slightly edited version of meme fic. Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
Thick white clusters of flakes dropped through empty gray skies, piling into rough drifts between the trees. The wind rattled, staccato and unpredictable and that much colder for it; between blasts, the woods were unusually quiet. No rustling brush, no bird calls, no flap of wings or crunch of snow outside of what went under Mist's feet. The sky was getting darker, slowly, with nothing like shelter in sight. Sie kept walking. The woods would end eventually, and sie wanted to wake up looking out at an open meadow under the sun. It had been three days since the snow had started in earnest, and four since Mist had left the river valley. More and more of each morning had been spent huddled in a hole, curled up in furs, waiting for a little more warmth as the storm died down. This morning, the furs had frozen to the branches, and had required quite a bit of tugging to get loose. Mist found hirself beginning to appreciate how nice it must be to be a moose or a deer, covered in thick fur and big enough to carry things at the same time. Mist, on the other hand, was a fox, and so had to choose between one or the other.
Really, being a fox had been the source of a number of problems in hir life.
The woods ended on a crested hillside, with a slow and rocky slope down to a small frozen-over stream. Mist would have sighed if hir breath wasn't mostly frozen in hir mouth just from breathing. Rocky ground meant making a den would be harder, and the horizon had a growing red glow. It almost made hir angry, but anger would be easier, so sie decided to run.
Past the rocks and the stream and the last few trees, it was mostly open ground- more open than Mist had ever seen. The world was colorless, hir breath was ragged, and hir limbs were tired and warm. Sie ran, and the world blew past until hir limbs gave out.
Sie fell forward, not realizing until sie was on hir knees in the snow that it hurt, that hir lungs hurt, that hir face was wet from something other than snow. It had been four days since Mist had left the river valley. Four days sie'd been alone. Some part of hir thought it had been a good go of it, staying together for that long. There was no point in dwelling on it, but there was no point in getting up, either. Mist was pretty sure sie couldn't, legs aside.
The air was still and deathly quiet as the sun finished setting. Several minutes later, or something like that, Mist was calm enough to notice the smell of smoke. Sie wiped hir nose on hir sleeve and took a sniff. It was wood smoke, a little green, and with the smallest hint of meat.
Sie poked hir head up and looked around in the direction the smell seemed to be coming from.
Could I please have a new tag? "LoSaC" is fine if the full title's too long, just wanna differentiate it from the more general stuff in the universe not connected to these characters. Also cool if not.
Story: Lords of Strife and Cunning
Colors: Iceberg #10 (winter wonderland)
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: 507
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Intro to the first main character in the story. Slightly edited version of meme fic. Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
Thick white clusters of flakes dropped through empty gray skies, piling into rough drifts between the trees. The wind rattled, staccato and unpredictable and that much colder for it; between blasts, the woods were unusually quiet. No rustling brush, no bird calls, no flap of wings or crunch of snow outside of what went under Mist's feet. The sky was getting darker, slowly, with nothing like shelter in sight. Sie kept walking. The woods would end eventually, and sie wanted to wake up looking out at an open meadow under the sun. It had been three days since the snow had started in earnest, and four since Mist had left the river valley. More and more of each morning had been spent huddled in a hole, curled up in furs, waiting for a little more warmth as the storm died down. This morning, the furs had frozen to the branches, and had required quite a bit of tugging to get loose. Mist found hirself beginning to appreciate how nice it must be to be a moose or a deer, covered in thick fur and big enough to carry things at the same time. Mist, on the other hand, was a fox, and so had to choose between one or the other.
Really, being a fox had been the source of a number of problems in hir life.
The woods ended on a crested hillside, with a slow and rocky slope down to a small frozen-over stream. Mist would have sighed if hir breath wasn't mostly frozen in hir mouth just from breathing. Rocky ground meant making a den would be harder, and the horizon had a growing red glow. It almost made hir angry, but anger would be easier, so sie decided to run.
Past the rocks and the stream and the last few trees, it was mostly open ground- more open than Mist had ever seen. The world was colorless, hir breath was ragged, and hir limbs were tired and warm. Sie ran, and the world blew past until hir limbs gave out.
Sie fell forward, not realizing until sie was on hir knees in the snow that it hurt, that hir lungs hurt, that hir face was wet from something other than snow. It had been four days since Mist had left the river valley. Four days sie'd been alone. Some part of hir thought it had been a good go of it, staying together for that long. There was no point in dwelling on it, but there was no point in getting up, either. Mist was pretty sure sie couldn't, legs aside.
The air was still and deathly quiet as the sun finished setting. Several minutes later, or something like that, Mist was calm enough to notice the smell of smoke. Sie wiped hir nose on hir sleeve and took a sniff. It was wood smoke, a little green, and with the smallest hint of meat.
Sie poked hir head up and looked around in the direction the smell seemed to be coming from.
Could I please have a new tag? "LoSaC" is fine if the full title's too long, just wanna differentiate it from the more general stuff in the universe not connected to these characters. Also cool if not.
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That said, I really like Mist. Just like, "ugh, I would rather be a moose," inside all of this lovely atmospheric detail.
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On a related note, though, apparently need tags for Canary Yellow and Famous colors.
I'm glad you like Mist. I like Mist too. :3