Re: Hearts of Ice. (Wolfen and I)ragon11)
OoC: Yes, he has a name. If your character asks, it's Terran. =P
BiC:
Though snow and ice obstructed the view, they could easily tell that night would soon fall. In fact, seeing at all in weather like this could be nothing short of a miracle in most people’s eyes. The brown-haired youth was ill equipped to deal with the kinds of conditions he now faced, wearing only a pair of black jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, the warmest apparel he could find. Adding to the surely comical appearance had to be the sunglasses he wore to protect his eyes in substitution of goggles.
The youth muttered wordlessly under the breath of the cold, piercing winds as he trudged through knee-deep snow to walk back home. However, he nearly dropped the precious supplies he carried as the cry of a wolf sounded from the direction he needed to go. Darn it, I don’t need this right now, he thought. Still, he pressed on, ever vigilant and on high alert in case the dark figure of a wolf came out from the whiteness of the air around him.
Crossing the bridge, the lack of visibility hit him harder then before. Even from the sidewalk of the bridge he could not look down and see the river, only a mass of whiteness that lay fifteen feet below. Suddenly, another howl sounded from beyond the veil, this time accompanied by the sickening sound of metal cleaving flesh. He shuttered a little, put-off by such a horrific sound until he realized… someone else was out in this hell of a blizzard too.
Now, he could’ve easily dismissed this person and left him alone. After all, if they could handle a wolf in a blizzard, they didn’t really need his help. No, he couldn’t. What if they were weak, or lost and needed assistance? The supplies could wait a minute or so, it wasn’t like his home lay on the other side of town to begin with. Tucking his packages closer to his chest, his slow trudge turned into a speedy run, despite the layer of snow on the cold concrete.
Quickly turning off the bridge, he carefully ran down the steep, slippery embankment of the river over to where he heard the sounds. As he swiftly approached he could make out two figures huddling over a mass of iron, or steel, and a dead, white wolf bleeding crimson on the pure blanket.
“Hey!” He shouted, trying to gain their attention. “Do you guys need any help?!”
By the time they turned around to see him, the young man already stood directly behind them, as though he always had.
“No, I think we’re doing okay,” spoke the tall one in the strange armour.
“Oh, well, then maybe you should come inside and get out of the snow? I have a place for you to stay, if you wish to.”
“It’s okay,” responded the shorter one with the pointy ears. “We already have shelter, but thank you for asking.”
“Oh, okay then,” replied the man awkwardly. He could not think of anything else to say, for he had no idea that they would reject his help. Although, he stayed planted on the spot, curious of what they’re doing. At first, he had no idea what they hovered over until he saw a mangled taillight sticking out of the snow. “What happened here?” He asked curiously.