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| [fancypost bgcolor=#F5FFF8; bordercolor= Hex Code borderwidth=0px; width: 200px; height: 50px; text-align; right; font: Font Sizepx Font Face; color: #BBDCE5;][size=38pt]chill ![fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#F5FFF8 borderwidth=0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -10px; color: white; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase;]male | 13 moons | baron | toms[/fancypost] | [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 115px;][justify]In all honesty, Chill had never really been fond of winter; in his eyes, the season's increased chances of snowfall and declining temperatures seemed to be more of a nuisance than a blessing, and he utterly detested the frigid weather. Seeing as he had lived in the mountains for his entire life, one might assume that Chill would have adjusted to the region's cold climate by now, but the Savannah's short-haired coat offered little protection against the elements; consequently, the tom spent the majority of the wintry months cooped up inside his private log cabin, trying (in vain) to conserve as much heat as possible. However, despite all of his reservations about venturing outside, Chill found himself standing on the front steps of his cottage. Frankly, he'd rather gouge out his own eyes (they weren't of much use to him anyway) than risk braving the cold, but he knew deep down that it would probably be wise to show his face around camp once in awhile, just to make sure that everybody knew that he hadn't been abandoned by his roleplayer— yet. In fact, Chill couldn't recall the last time he'd spoken to any of his Tribemates… —but there was no time to dwell on that now; he had to start moving before he lost his nerve. Taking a deep breath, Chill took a step forward— and promptly slipped on ice. “Mother of Cusun!” he cursed loudly. Before long, the blind tom was struggling to simply remain upright. When he finally managed to regain his balance, Chill plopped down on the ground sullenly, too exhausted by the small mishap to continue his trek. He figured that the safest way to avoid another mortifying accident would be to wait for others to approach him instead of the other way around. Still, the ginger tabby tom was unable to resist rolling his eyes, his pelt prickling with embarrassment. What a wonderful first impression. [/justify][size=6pt][color=white][font=georgia](c) !ndigo[/fancypost] |