Jizelle :: Level 1 :: 0 Posts
The frozen peaks of the Fe'gan Mountains wasn't the type of terrain that just sang 'life' to most people, creature or human. Though, within this desolate place, life had found a way to stake claim to the land, and not only overcome it but embrace it as well. Out of the few who dared to face the mountain's wrath, one of the individuals who had done such was Jizelle, a young female Purine Lucain who now found herself facing another blizzard that had now become a daily custom to her.
With head down, eyes trained forward, and body strategically moving against the strong winds, she trudged onward with rugged ease. Her lightly colored pelt and wintery look went hand in hand with this place; to the untrained eye, she appeared nearly invisible. Perhaps it was blessing in this frozen world, where prey was scarce and encounters even scarcer.
Stopping for a moment, she lifted her nose to the air, breathing in deeply for any trace of a lingering scent that had toughed the sudden storm. She lowered her head back down in frustration. She'd lost it.
"Oh wonderful. There goes another meal." she huffed madly at her luck. She felt the sting of exhaustion taking hold of her legs now that she had stopped. Persistance and tracking had never been her strong points, especially when put up against such a storm. And now that winter was near, the daily snows and storms had seemed to gain strength, making the day to day tasks about her all the more challenging. But she wouldn't complain. When it all came down to it, she wouldn't have it any other way.
She quickly seeked out some adequate shelter in the form of a small snow den in which to wait out the worst of the storm. She pawwed and packed the loose snow enough until she could comfortably curl up into a little ball. She positioned herself to where she could still survey the storm from her hole. "And now I must play the waiting game..." she sighed.
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