02-09-2019, 10:50 PM
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[justify][span style="width:350px;height:245px;padding-right:17px;overflow:auto;font-size:8pt;line-height:99%;word-spacing:2px;font-family:georgia;text-transform:lowercase;text-align:justify;"]﹝ crunch. crunch. crunch. The repetitive, monotonous sound of feet trudging through snow had drowned out all others as the man travelled towards the mountain. He'd been at it for days, counting every step he took and memorizing the total distance at night, before starting all over again. Every step forward was a step away from his home, but he couldn't stop.
It started out as any day would in an introvert's paradise; he'd wake up, check the house, grab some food, and pass out from boredom until his body refused to rest anymore. Of course, there were always things to do, but a man like russo Holloway required a bit of inspiration to do them. And, up until that fateful stranger rumbled into his house, there was no one to provide such motivation. Besides, who could resist a giant, beady-eyed angel, looking for a friend? even someone like him couldn't, that was certain.
So, here he was, bundled up from head to toe, bag stuffed full of supplies over his back, making what felt like a heroic fantasy journey to return the hulking beast beside him to his rightful companion. Looking through his frosted glasses, the man raised his head to spot the scattered buildings and smoke rising between the trees. He grinned, turning his head to the lumbering mass of black fur. "You think he missed you?" He withdrew a gloved hand to give the dog a few pats, ruffling the heavy, snow dusted coat. The tail swish in response was as good as any. "I think so too."
However, he would have never guessed flintlock would be the place to settle down, for anybody. Granted, it did get pretty chilly back home, but it was nothing in comparison to this; and today had been a sunny one, at that. Despite taking immense precaution in making sure he didn't freeze to death along the way, he still felt like a walking icicle; his nose had been reddened and numb for some time now, and his legs were like rusted iron. The ends of his hair that stuck out from his hat and hood was laced with snowflakes, and burned his cheeks when the wind pushed him against his skin. If one thing was for certain, he couldn't wait to get back to his couch. ﹞[/span]
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[justify][span style="width:350px;height:245px;padding-right:17px;overflow:auto;font-size:8pt;line-height:99%;word-spacing:2px;font-family:georgia;text-transform:lowercase;text-align:justify;"]﹝ crunch. crunch. crunch. The repetitive, monotonous sound of feet trudging through snow had drowned out all others as the man travelled towards the mountain. He'd been at it for days, counting every step he took and memorizing the total distance at night, before starting all over again. Every step forward was a step away from his home, but he couldn't stop.
It started out as any day would in an introvert's paradise; he'd wake up, check the house, grab some food, and pass out from boredom until his body refused to rest anymore. Of course, there were always things to do, but a man like russo Holloway required a bit of inspiration to do them. And, up until that fateful stranger rumbled into his house, there was no one to provide such motivation. Besides, who could resist a giant, beady-eyed angel, looking for a friend? even someone like him couldn't, that was certain.
So, here he was, bundled up from head to toe, bag stuffed full of supplies over his back, making what felt like a heroic fantasy journey to return the hulking beast beside him to his rightful companion. Looking through his frosted glasses, the man raised his head to spot the scattered buildings and smoke rising between the trees. He grinned, turning his head to the lumbering mass of black fur. "You think he missed you?" He withdrew a gloved hand to give the dog a few pats, ruffling the heavy, snow dusted coat. The tail swish in response was as good as any. "I think so too."
However, he would have never guessed flintlock would be the place to settle down, for anybody. Granted, it did get pretty chilly back home, but it was nothing in comparison to this; and today had been a sunny one, at that. Despite taking immense precaution in making sure he didn't freeze to death along the way, he still felt like a walking icicle; his nose had been reddened and numb for some time now, and his legs were like rusted iron. The ends of his hair that stuck out from his hat and hood was laced with snowflakes, and burned his cheeks when the wind pushed him against his skin. If one thing was for certain, he couldn't wait to get back to his couch. ﹞[/span]
﹝ just let me know so i don't look dumb. ✹ ﹞