NIGHT WINDS (open, snow)

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    ROYALGUARD

    // this thread marks the start of a non-stop snowfall that will eventually turn into an intense blizzard that will force the clan to move territories. threads created after this one that aren't taking place with the snowfall are considered retro (that's worded weird i hope it makes sense AH)


    The days had been getting colder at an intense rate. This would inevitably bring flurries. It started overnight and melted as it hit the ground, but this morning it was a bit different. It was still here, and it wasn't very much or falling very fast, but it was beginning to create a little layer of snow. There was a constant, chilling breeze, and this seemed to mark some sort of early winter. The tiger exited his cabin, breathing in the air. He was happy about the snow, honestly.


    He loved the cold and he loved making things out of it. It gave him a cozy feeling, and reminded him of home, his real home. When everything was okay for a little while. He had his brother and his brother had him, and he had friends and he was training to become a royal guardsman. He had everything he wanted and everything was okay for a while. He loved that feeling and never wanted it to go away. So, he welcomed this change in weather with an eager smile.

    TAGS UPDATED 11/5/17

    ★ ★ ★ erebus hated the cold. it nipped that the demonic hybrid in ways that made him uncomfortable. as he walked through the thin layer that layed on the ground, his paws left glowing paw prints behind him that soon dissolved as he continued walking. the look on the injured pup was that of discomfort but he could just blame it on his wounds.


    "Speech."

    she told me that I'm not enough

    [center]

    shivering, domino walked through camp, her satchel filled with cotton thread and needles. floating behind her was a floating half sweater, a needle gently pulling through, over, in, out, through, over... continuing that pattern adding more white cotton. she didn't have to use as much focus anymore, thankfully, otherwise her tiny shaking form would greatly affect the progress of the sweater. "h-h-hey," she said, through chattering teeth that threatened to bite her tongue. "I-i am m-m-ma-making sweaters." she added quietly, as if offering others one as well. they would have fluffy puffs for around the neck, wings (if they had some) and paws. She hoped it provided warmth for those with short fur, like herself.