11-19-2018, 05:42 PM
“Hope rises like a phoenix from the ashes of shattered dreams.”
Dear lords, who had thought to turn an ice cube like island into a home? It’s freezing cold and there is nothing, nothing that would offer shelter from the howling wind. Normally the snow would melt underneath her hooves, her body’s warmth being enough to keep the frost from touching her, but it crackles under her hooves, and that is not a sensation Jinju is liking very much.
Dark ruby eyes look around, narrowed as her ears are pressed back against her skull, and her teeth chatter as her jaws are tense. Annoyance is the main emotion displayed on her features, as there is simply nothing to be seen, other than two paths, one leading to the right, and the other to the left. Little does the inky black girl know that soon the sight would be even getting worse, but for now, Jinju secretly revels in the warm breeze that wraps around her like a blanket. Instinctively she reaches out to it, trying to pull the warmth in her chest, but is left oddly empty when her attempt fails.
The fuckers.. she silently grumbles to herself, as an hoof stomps the snowy ground annoyed. Of course they’d give them only enough to continue, nothing more, and nothing less. But, she had to give them that, they did still know mercy after all. Jinju’s paper thin coat is mostly dry now, her crest and lightly feathered neck being the most moist parts of her body. Normally that should be enough to keep an equine decently warm, but Jinju is pulling on the short end, her coat being far too thin to keep her shaking and trembling body warm.
“Shit” she curses under her breath, when the nice warm breeze suddenly turns cold, and at the same time the sky darkens as menacingly clouds bond together above her head. “Well screw me.” Within no time the sky is completely dark, and if that didn’t block her sight enough already, the thick snowflakes do.
Jinju does not hesitate any longer, the sudden blast of cold is enough to push her forward. Yes, walking into a storm is a stupid thing to do, but standing on the edge of the island could also get her killed. Without a second thought she takes the left path. When she’d reached Icicle Isle, coming from Nerine, her back is now turned in that direction. Going left would mean moving to the side of the island that ends at the open sea, while turning left brings her slightly closer to the mainland. Or so she hopes.
Her movements are stiff and slow, and more often than not Jinju is surprised by the snow in which is suddenly deeper than before. Ruby eyes squint, trying to keep the snow from getting in her eyes, which does not help her figuring out which way to go. The path is well worn out, but the fresh snow makes it harder to follow. It is inevitable that Jinju strays from it. Soon there is no path, just snow, and snow, and hey, more snow. “D-d-d-damn it” the grumbles as her teeth still chatter. By now Jinju is soaked all over again, and the wind cuts into her flesh without holding back. She needs shelter, and needs it quick.
By going back she would not find it, but neither continuing ahead into the nothingness, and, if she is quick, she might be able to follow her own hoof prints in the snow back to where she had accidentally strayed off the path.
Once back on the trail, her head is held low, as she struggles against the wind which makes her mane and tail angrily dance. Snow crystals stick to her coat, but especially her mane and tail are slowly becoming frozen, as the snow sticks together and starts to slowly turn her in an alive popsicle. Jinju has to find shelter, or the pond, sooner than later, or else..