Post by Axel Hagane on Feb 22, 2018 19:54:12 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest.
I'm ready for the fight, and fate.
Axel laid back on his bed, his legs crossed over each other while he kept his hands behind his head. He stared at the stony roof of his room as he fell deep into thought. Mot laid silently on the floor next to the bed, his massive head laying next to Axel, black and red eyes stared at him, black vapors coming off of them slowly while the shadowy drool pooled and disappated. "'ey buddy."
His voice was low as he reached over to run his fingers through the heavy fur and mane, finding a spot behind his ear to rub at before his hand tracked down to the massive jaw and lifted his head a bit. "You missin the snow too?" He asked quietly, earning a low grunt in return. They had spent a good portion of the day outside in the snow, just going for a long walk in the biting cold. He lived to feel the cold, it was a strange kind of calming to him. Something about the bitter wind and what not just had a way to make him stop a think.
Even if now, he found his self rubbing at his cheeks, remembering the wind pounding against his face with snow and ice carried on it. He missed it, and it made him seriously contemplate finding or even making his own Snowquill armor to travel into deep Hebra. To experience the deep snow and ice. No man ever being able to colonize the wild, monster filled area.
Nils Evenhardt 🗡
His voice was low as he reached over to run his fingers through the heavy fur and mane, finding a spot behind his ear to rub at before his hand tracked down to the massive jaw and lifted his head a bit. "You missin the snow too?" He asked quietly, earning a low grunt in return. They had spent a good portion of the day outside in the snow, just going for a long walk in the biting cold. He lived to feel the cold, it was a strange kind of calming to him. Something about the bitter wind and what not just had a way to make him stop a think.
Even if now, he found his self rubbing at his cheeks, remembering the wind pounding against his face with snow and ice carried on it. He missed it, and it made him seriously contemplate finding or even making his own Snowquill armor to travel into deep Hebra. To experience the deep snow and ice. No man ever being able to colonize the wild, monster filled area.
Nils Evenhardt 🗡
MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS GANGNAM STYLE
