12-26-2020, 06:40 AM
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he'd never expected to find himself here, hunched against the cold and flurrying snow and sticking out against the arctic landscape. he'd spent his years running with no intent of stopping, especially not in a place like this. he didn't know how long he could stay out in these conditions with the little knowledge he had of the area, meaning if he wanted to continue living, he'd have to buckle down and head towards civilization. while the snow-painted landscape was foreign to him, tracking was not. he'd tracked targets for his brother through the busy underground network of his home and had learned to track his food as the world went to shit. his meager skillset was the only thing keeping him alive, and he shudders agains the clenching of his heart and stomach.
now was not the time to sink into his past.
dark hair whips about a gently spotted face, the sun-kissed skin marred red by the bitting conditions. his mouth and nose are covered by a makeshift mask, though like the rest of his clothes, they won't be enough if he remains outside as the sun begins its descent in the sky. while such form fitting fabrics and sweeping coats were customary of his former life, allowing him to whisk through alleys with easy and remain beneath the notice of those who sought his family name, they barely had any affect when it came to keeping the cold at bay. the male shrinks in on himself even more, absently checking that his equipment was still firmly attached to his person.
not that it was going to do him any good. his fingers were frozen stuff, greatly reducing any accuracy he'd acquired over the years. at most, he'd take to swinging around whatever was on hands in close combat. features scrunch up at the thought, though quickly smooth out as he takes in what's before him. he'd left the shelter of the forests behind, but it appeared another was close at hand. a rather large building that stood tall and proud against the winds. he knew he was a stranger in strange lands, but he'd rather take his chances with whoever might call the lodge home rather than tough it out among the barren landscape. his brother would've established his own small gang by now, would've walked in standing tall and proud and demanded a place to say and easily talk his way into a deal of work and shelter. but he wasn't his brother, and his brother wasn't here. he had to do this his own way.
cosmyn
now was not the time to sink into his past.
dark hair whips about a gently spotted face, the sun-kissed skin marred red by the bitting conditions. his mouth and nose are covered by a makeshift mask, though like the rest of his clothes, they won't be enough if he remains outside as the sun begins its descent in the sky. while such form fitting fabrics and sweeping coats were customary of his former life, allowing him to whisk through alleys with easy and remain beneath the notice of those who sought his family name, they barely had any affect when it came to keeping the cold at bay. the male shrinks in on himself even more, absently checking that his equipment was still firmly attached to his person.
not that it was going to do him any good. his fingers were frozen stuff, greatly reducing any accuracy he'd acquired over the years. at most, he'd take to swinging around whatever was on hands in close combat. features scrunch up at the thought, though quickly smooth out as he takes in what's before him. he'd left the shelter of the forests behind, but it appeared another was close at hand. a rather large building that stood tall and proud against the winds. he knew he was a stranger in strange lands, but he'd rather take his chances with whoever might call the lodge home rather than tough it out among the barren landscape. his brother would've established his own small gang by now, would've walked in standing tall and proud and demanded a place to say and easily talk his way into a deal of work and shelter. but he wasn't his brother, and his brother wasn't here. he had to do this his own way.
turning' heads : " i got all the eyes on me "
