BURN IT UP - igloo

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; text-align:justify; font-size:8pt; font-family:tahoma; line-height:120%;]If ever you asked him, or just wondered it vaguely at some point in your life, for the record feeling perpetually cold was a lot like always being so close to getting everything right in a test but having that one or few questions imminently, upsettingly incorrect. Even worse, when the questions were multiple choice and you were dithering on which was the right answer and you'd actually circled the correct one first before changing your mind. One would think that, over an extensive period, anyone would be numbed to the cold before they knew it. Honestly, maybe that was the case. That was the way people survived, after all. They adapted.


    Because fate, the world, the universe, Springblossoms and his mom decided that he should have a hard time with life and being happy with anything in the slightest, on top of having to keep in the cold air he naturally exuded around himself so that it wouldn't affect anyone else, it was simply that Winterchills felt perpetually cold, not cold enough to get frostbite but not mild enough for him to have built a tolerance to it, but - here, this but, the one and only benefit he got from any of this regular torture - he couldn't feel any colder even if he was actually on Antarctica.


    So, too long didn't read, Winter was cold, yes, but even if he was rained on and dumped in the middle of the sea - being unable to swim aside, he wouldn't freeze to death. (Thank the world for little mercies because that would have been ironic to the point of giving him a second death.) On the other hand, he knew cold - being rained on made you cold, and at the moment the atmosphere was inching near miserable while everyone still didn't quite know where to go and the storm had simply drenched them all and left without even a wave. Nothing was standing anymore, in their territory; there was no shelter, even, trees and everything torn asunder. If they wanted somewhere comfortable to sleep that wasn't slicked with mud and interrupted by jutting logs everywhere, they would have to expend the rest of their energies hunting for somewhere to stay.


    Right now, everyone else had to be, at least, a little cold. Freezing at worst. Tired.


    So, sniffing dismally to himself and hunched as always, the brown tabby wound himself in a circle a few times trying to mentally measure the dimensions, then slowly brought the ice he formed into cultivation by making what was quite a sizable igloo right there as a temporary measure, almost in the middle of what was their old camp.


    When he was done, Winter sagged against the outside of it and sighed, a puff of mist leaving his mouth. This seemed okay for now. After all, igloos insulated.


    notes im .... really sorry for how simple this thread idea is : (
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    rey's thoughts on the cold can be summarized as faceless evil that burns all your crops and leaves you with more acne than you had before. she hates the way it creeps into your bones and gives you the shivers like nobody's business. not to mention it makes you sniffle and do all that weird, annoying stuff. cold is evil, basically.


    winterchills is an exception to the rule. he's okay. kind of a grump, sometimes, but rey can deal with that. he's cold, but he's also cold, you get me? haha, puns.


    deeming winterchills okay means following him everywhere like a lost puppy, if puppies can be serious and clueless at the same time. wait, they usually are serious and clueless at the same time, right? rey is a puppy in the shape of a mean, lean, fighting machine serval confirmed.


    now, following winterchills everywhere like a lost puppy eventually will bring her to realize that, wow, he's really weird? why is he building an ice structure? is it to cheer them up after the storm? that's not how you go about it, dear. you build something warm after all that cold is what you do.


    then again, he can't?


    rey lopes over, blinking at the igloo in confusion. "what is it?" she asks, turning to winterchills with this serious, clueless expression. this is the question this entire, shitty post has been building up to. standing ovation. encore. good fucking job.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; text-align:justify; font-size:8pt; font-family:tahoma; line-height:120%;]In all truths, and all things considered, Winterchills thought cold was evil, too. Especially himself.


    He didn't mind being followed around by someone like Rey. There were always tons of worse people that could follow him, one case being Summersun who didn't have an inside voice and who literally thought mild 'hello's could be substituted with body tackles and literally throwing himself on top of people. So, all in all, Rey was - simply, one of the better alternatives. It helped that Winter generally liked her overall as well. She had this quality that Talia did, and that one dragon he'd met early on though she'd never officially told him her name; something along the lines of ... Sonambli or something.


    Yeah, that was definitely wrong.


    But all in all it was a calming quality; casual and nice and just light, easy to deal with on a regular day. Foam on a coffee. Whipped cream tasted good but too much of it kind of made you want to explode. Coffee itself could be good, but sometimes it needed a ton of modifications and it kept you up at night and simply..... if it were Springblossoms following him, for one, Winter would have purposefully walked into an icy cold river. Please. Let him live.


    The tabby squinted at the very climactic, groundbreaking question that he had been offered, head lolling to face in the direction of Rey's voice with an expression that was really quite difficult to decipher; kind of blank but serious at the same time, gravely attentive for no reason in an inexplicable sense with that permanent twinge of a frown pulling at the sides of his mouth. He didn't have the most attractive thinking face. Just as serious as hers. "I don't know," he answered, just as awe-inspiringly. "... But get in loser, we're going shopping."


    And hence the tomcat made to wriggle into the opening. He really didn't know. He just had a feeling. He had to do it.


    notes lET HIM LIVE. he's one with the wind and sky
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]coffee, for one thing, is something skullcrow has never drunk in his entire almost-fourteen years of life. pathetic, but it apparently stunts growth, depending on whose overbearing parent you're talking to.


    another thing is that rey has long-since given up on trying to figure out most (not all, because there are some things that need to be questioned) of her clan-mates peculiarities. as a lonely serval who hasn't encountered many peculiarities in her lonely, probably-actually-peculiar life, her silence is rather impressive.


    still, she's a little perplexed by winterchills's very serious words and very serious (but also comical-looking) attempts to force himself into the strange ice thing. she wonders how safe it is in there. maybe it'll collapse. hopefully not, because rey's already decided to follow him into The Great Unknown.


    "coming gramps," she replies, crouching her tall, gangly, serval self into the igloo.


    /you'll never see him cryyyy
    or will we


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