Rosiel walked on steady, the snow softly crackling under his feet. He stopped to rest against a small little pine tree, panting slightly. The more deeply he traveled into the forest, the deeper the snow was becoming, and the harder it was for him to move around. In the moonlight, he noticed tracks in the snow, before him. There were six pairs of prints. One pair belonged to a medium sized bipedal creature, and the other two belong to a small animal of some sort.
What confused him was that the animal's prints seemed to grow larger at one point. He left his resting place at the small pine to follow them. They eventually got large enough for him to tell that they belonged to some kind of reptile. To further add to his confusion, both creatures' tracks suddenly stopped at a large pile of displaced snow. It looked as if the large creature had flown away, or otherwise disappeared.
Puzzled, Rosiel leaned against the trunk of another tree. The tip of his left wing brushed against a snow-laden branch, which promptly undloaded on the Angel. He sputtered and shook the snow off of his back. The half-panic state was back now; he was reminded that the night was getting colder and colder, and he needed to find Faye as quickly as possible.
His shirt was now soaked, and he was shivering slightly. He didn't mind the cold by itself, but it was ten times worse now that he was wet. The feathers on his wings expanded and fluffed themselves, making it look like he had a giant ball of fuzz on his back. He calmly waited until his body got over the surprise, and went on once his wings were back to normal.
Maybe she doesn't remember that I was calling her Josephine, he thought. Rosiel massaged his throat; he had been calling out "Josephine" for as long as he was walking, and it hurt slightly. The chilly air wasn't helping.
But maybe she's lost, he thought. God knows what happened, and I can't concentrate enough to find her. He decided that she may not recognize Josephine, so he called our her actual name as he slowly walked past the odd tracks.
"FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYEEEEEEE!" he managed before he kneeled down with his fist over his mouth, in a coughing fit.
What confused him was that the animal's prints seemed to grow larger at one point. He left his resting place at the small pine to follow them. They eventually got large enough for him to tell that they belonged to some kind of reptile. To further add to his confusion, both creatures' tracks suddenly stopped at a large pile of displaced snow. It looked as if the large creature had flown away, or otherwise disappeared.
Puzzled, Rosiel leaned against the trunk of another tree. The tip of his left wing brushed against a snow-laden branch, which promptly undloaded on the Angel. He sputtered and shook the snow off of his back. The half-panic state was back now; he was reminded that the night was getting colder and colder, and he needed to find Faye as quickly as possible.
His shirt was now soaked, and he was shivering slightly. He didn't mind the cold by itself, but it was ten times worse now that he was wet. The feathers on his wings expanded and fluffed themselves, making it look like he had a giant ball of fuzz on his back. He calmly waited until his body got over the surprise, and went on once his wings were back to normal.
Maybe she doesn't remember that I was calling her Josephine, he thought. Rosiel massaged his throat; he had been calling out "Josephine" for as long as he was walking, and it hurt slightly. The chilly air wasn't helping.
But maybe she's lost, he thought. God knows what happened, and I can't concentrate enough to find her. He decided that she may not recognize Josephine, so he called our her actual name as he slowly walked past the odd tracks.
"FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYEEEEEEE!" he managed before he kneeled down with his fist over his mouth, in a coughing fit.
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