Post by kikukaede on Jul 15, 2012 9:43:17 GMT -8
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- OOC: Kiku
- Age: 20
- Experience: Beginner
- How did you find us?: Affiliation
- Secret Word: Stringray
- Character(s): not positive yet, going to have a think.. almost for sure a mare though
- Role-play Sample: So long, so long she had walked. Her legs ached, her head ached, her stomach ached, her heart ached... The cold bit into her bones, fangs of ice that kept her awake but at the same time, she felt so tired. Miakoda hadn't meant to become ensnared by the weather. At first it was a light snow, innocently swirling in gorgeous turrets. Going nowhere in particular, she had created a game in which she simply followed where they burst into being, not paying attention to where she was headed. Afterall, there was nowhere she wanted to go. Like the snow, she swept aimlessly through the air, waiting for the moment she would finally touch the earth; burned by by sun, melt, and disappear. It was due to this wandering that she found herself quite lost (or more lost), with no landmarks to guide her way, an open stretch of nothing. How typical, she told herself. How stupid, she told herself later as soon as the blizzard arrived.
Each step was a gross labour, the wind roared and the snow bit. If only she could open her eyes for just a moment to see where she was going, to get her bearings. Forcing pale head up, she managed to glimpse the rocks, only a short distance away: what luck! If she had been able against the battering winds, to skip to their shelter, she would have, instead she battled on, finally reaching their sanctuary. The cover they provided was minimal, but just enough to at least save her from the majority of the storm. As it worsened, all Miakoda could do was stand and watch the snow pile up, and listen the noise of the wind through the stones screech.
Peering out through the veil of white, grey, she could barely see beyond a few feet. It suddenly occurred to her, if she were to scream, no one would hear. If she were to collapse right here and now, of cold or exhaustion or overwhelming apathy, no one would find her. No one would care, aside the coyotes, to behold her pale body, discarded like a forgotten garment on the wet ground. A shiver crept up her spine, and she shook her head brusquely, a sigh escaping from the depths of her stomach. No, no one would really notice, but wasn't that a good thing? No one would be harmed by such an insignificant event, the death of a stranger in a foreign land. The mare smiled, barely. Warmed by such an awful thought.. this was some 'adventure', 'new start', 'reinventing of self' this had turned out to be. Trapped in a stony prison in the midst of a blizzard.
