Blizzards. Who cared about blizzards? He was an ice-based monster; it wasnāt as if he was going to freeze to death.
So he was being buffeted and coated by heavy snowfall, in a frosty forest he didnāt know his way around. So WHAT?Ā
Talons kicking their way through the ever-frozen slush underfoot, Snowdrake continued his blind rush through the trees already well-laden with white. Ice Cap, having noticed the impeding storm, had already taken his leave hours ago to retreat home. Not that he blamed the other monster for not inviting him; after all, they had only just met. (SOUL mainly made of compassion or not, monsters could still be rotten no-good individuals.)
But that still left him with nowhere to go, unless he felt like being buried in frozen water - which he didnāt.Ā His feathers all a-ruffle, plumage puffed out in some sort of pathetic defense against the obscuring storm, Snowdrake wasnāt even sure where he was going. He wasnāt familiar with this territory, hadnāt even seen the Snowdin Forest in its entirety before the weather had descended.
A lurch of shuddering hesitation overtook him, his claws slowing to a stop in the snow below him as the avian realised something; there were cliffs here, edges that fell into nothing but rocks and trees jutting up from below. Bird monster or not, he didnāt want to take his chances with that.
He could barely see trees whipping in front of him until he narrowly avoided the buffeting, chastening blow of a branch. There wasnāt a, hah,Ā āsnowballāsā chance in hell that heād be able to perceive an edge until he went barreling off of it, at the pace he had been going.
In the howling not-quiet silence (that is to say, the noisy background sound which wasnāt silence at all) that accompanied the fierce wind, Snowdrake could have sworn he picked up the booming cry of a voice calling out somewhere close to him - close enough for him to hear, at least, even if he could not discern the exact whereabouts of the stranger.
Who else would be out and about in such abysmal a storm? Feathery tail slowly rising up like a tiny flag, the rest of his down also expanding out of caution - not feeling threatened yet, but definitely a puff of wariness, because what if it was his Dad trying to force him home? Never mind that he didnāt recognise the voice; maybe the other āDrake had hired someone. He didnāt want to see hide nor hair of his old man. Not right now. Maybe not ever. - Snowdrake stood his ground and turned, head cocked at an angle warily as he attempted to discern the origin of that shout.
The monsterās shoulders dropped slightly upon spotting the skeleton approaching him, though he still remained cautious. Not his father, but still possibly someone who had been employed by him.
āWho are you?ā He demanded of the monster in the scarf with as gruff a tone as he could manage, trying to menace the taller being with a tough exterior if nothing else.
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