((Can anyone give me some opposition? Theives, maybe?)) ;D
Thin clouds shrouded the dim winter sun, permitting only minimal light to illuminate the lone beast who walked briskly along the length of the River Moss. The great river was nearly frozen solid, with only a few rapid spots left exposed to the frigid air. Beneath the ice shoals of perch, trout, and minnows seemed to shiver in place (and rightly so;no creature alive wasn't shivering this day!).
Well, one creature wasn't shivering: His dark homespun cloak wrapped tightly around him, Azar Scourgetail plodded along on the hardened shore, whistling and bouncing as he stepped to keep up his circulation. His thick, muscular tail protruded from beneath the hem of his cloak, careful to not touch the icy ground, and waved rhythmically from side to side. Occasionally he would crack it thunderously, whipping it high alongside his heavy pack and then swiftly unwinding it, breaking the silence and startling small birds in the trees.
Azar turned his head from side to side, searching for a particular landmark; the sight of a log standing on end in the river would let him know how close he was to his destination. However, the rat warrior did not see the log. He seemed no closer to a visit with his old mentor than he was 2 days ago. Azar shrugged and carried on, whistling a new tune and enjoying the beauty of the frozen river despite harshly low temperatures.
Last Edit: Jan 24, 2009 10:16:48 GMT -5 by blackfox7
Toriphess cursed his luck. His ship was beached after the cold snap, and he had his crew chip off the ice on the hull. He himself was off to the side, wrapped in a warm cloak. He hissed in impatience as one of the ferret's fell under the ice. He pulled the unfortunate vermin up and threw him to a small fire they had on the bank. A waterrat that had been resting by the flames replaced him. The otter looked back through the forest, where his sister was leading a foraging party-slash-raiding party. He hoped that they would have success.