11-19-2018, 09:20 PM
This world was cold and cruel. Nocturne quietly yearned for the warmth and safety of his dead father’s abdomen, but it had long since cooled and been left behind. Probably predators has long since started to devour his corpse, too; there was no comfort to be had there anymore. So he did the only thing he could, and carried on.
A stray breeze swept through, swirling around him, and he couldn't quite tell if it was warm or he was just delirious, but he didn't die so maybe the first thing. He certainly never got warm or cozy, but at least it mostly dried him off for all of a minute. Then, in what was clearly the way of the world, it turned on him, icy cold and bitter instead of gentle and warming. Dark clouds rolled quickly in, and snow started to call with a vengeance.
Naturally. Nocturne just glared at the oncoming storm with weary eyes filled to their silver brims with resignation and the barest hint of annoyance. Of course it would wait for them to arrive and then bury them in an avalanche of snowfall. It was the only logical outcome.
Just two paths had stretched out before him before the snow began to obscure his vision and the world began to narrow once again to the space immediately surrounding him. He stumbled forward into the right-hand path, mostly just hoping he didn't freeze to death in the doing. Heart-shaped pond. Had to find the heart-shaped pond. Here was getting he found it by stumbling into it, because that was just how life seemed to work. That or froze to death ten feet from it, not that he'd ever know it in this blizzard.
It fell heavy and thick, weighing down his pale little body, making him further prone to gleam in the moonlight if he lived to see moonlight again. Which at this point was anyone’s guess.
tl;dr - He went right.
A stray breeze swept through, swirling around him, and he couldn't quite tell if it was warm or he was just delirious, but he didn't die so maybe the first thing. He certainly never got warm or cozy, but at least it mostly dried him off for all of a minute. Then, in what was clearly the way of the world, it turned on him, icy cold and bitter instead of gentle and warming. Dark clouds rolled quickly in, and snow started to call with a vengeance.
Naturally. Nocturne just glared at the oncoming storm with weary eyes filled to their silver brims with resignation and the barest hint of annoyance. Of course it would wait for them to arrive and then bury them in an avalanche of snowfall. It was the only logical outcome.
Just two paths had stretched out before him before the snow began to obscure his vision and the world began to narrow once again to the space immediately surrounding him. He stumbled forward into the right-hand path, mostly just hoping he didn't freeze to death in the doing. Heart-shaped pond. Had to find the heart-shaped pond. Here was getting he found it by stumbling into it, because that was just how life seemed to work. That or froze to death ten feet from it, not that he'd ever know it in this blizzard.
It fell heavy and thick, weighing down his pale little body, making him further prone to gleam in the moonlight if he lived to see moonlight again. Which at this point was anyone’s guess.
tl;dr - He went right.