the truth is you could slit my throat; any

[Eld]

the truth is you could slit my throat, -☆- Eyelids feel like lead, heavy and cumbersome to keep open, but I try nonetheless. I feel the splinters of ice gnaw away at my insides like raging teeth, harsh frostbitten teeth grinding deeper and deeper. My strawberry mane falls over my face in sodden rivulets, straining the weight against me, I lull my head back down, resting my chin on my bowed knee. Just for a minute, I feel the lullaby drift me off, the cold enchantress weaves spells of never-ending slumber, and it is so very enticing, but I refrain. feeling the warmth of a body beside, hearing the faraway accent of his words lull my mind into some strange security. I keep my eyes open, just so I can see him, in a faded picture of white and speckled water, he is a shattered stained glass image of chestnut and white, there's a stones in his skin, a furriness like the rugged tree bark. But it is oh so comforting. 'Sorry river.' I turn an eye to the collapsed ice, already freezing over in the low temperatures. I then turn my head, ever so slightly; all of me feels like lead, rigid and stone like to move, so heavy, but i do manage to lift my neck, arching it with every inch of what I have left. My pink tipped ears twist, catching the fray of his words, jumbled, like puzzle pieces, but I knit them together the best I can, and with a strained smile I gaze up at me. 'The Jungle? hardly sounds safe to me... what of snakes and lizards and dragons lurking in the depths? I'll take my chances with the scorpions and spiders...' I chuckle, it comes from my lips like a ragged choke of breath. I heave myself up, trembling limbs struggling against the burden of weight, but I'm up and even though unsteady, I manage to stay upright for the next passing moments, right until I feel the urge to collapse, knees starting to buckle. 'The Deserts sound warm. warm is good, right now.' I wobble back to my feet and turn my blinking emerald gaze upon the stranger. 'You are real, right? You're not some blizzard induced fantasy?' at my words, I reach out my snow burnt muzzle to touch him, his soft, warm flesh. just making sure. -☆- and i'd apologise for bleeding on your shirt; wanderer

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