by Yang » 09/12/2017 7:27 PM
Each step was a battle, and with each push towards his limit, His breathing rattled heavier. Stopping a moment, struggling to even out his inhales, a cough rattled in his lungs, something thick and heavy with phlem. half-coughing, half-breathing, he took another step, then stopped again. Leaning on well-padded knees, the coughing grew worse, until 'HACK' a thick glob of mucus smeared on the front of his mask. A low keening groan- it was going to be a few minutes before he wouldn't feel the slimey thing against his muzzle, or the new slice of cold from the wet spot on his mask. His lungs still rattled with more, but each hack had him desperately swallowing down to avoid smearing his face with the stuff.
When he'd started this trek, he'd known it would be tough, distressing, harsh. The cold, far more cruel than any winter on the mainland, would cut to his bones and sink in the flesh as frostbite. The wind, sharper than any howling storm, would leave its branding on any, every, inch of available scale, any part at all that might've been missed in the time spent bandaging, covering, and cloaking. Being cold blooded almost promised a sickness, any kind at anytime, and of them all, a phlem-coated mouth piece in retrospect, was going to be the least of his worries.
Another gulp of air, and he looked on, no longer aware of the sensation of the glob of goo that was as cold as the rest of him. Two days of climbing. Two days.
Would she be there?