❅ (perhaps Alexander? or Logan. Which ever is easier on you)
Send me ❅ to find my muse out in the cold, under-dressed and almost passing out from hypothermia.
When he wasn’t shifted, Alexander had many issues with the weather. Though he liked his animal forms, he didn’t like staying in them all the time in fear of losing his human self. Unfortunately that meant that he was more susceptible to illnesses. He was far from home and only wore light, natural made clothing that stayed through his shifts. He was unprepared for this kind of weather and it had left him in a very dire situation. The worst part was that he could never shift when he was sick or injured, so he was left in his poorly clad human form.
Alexander had strayed too far from the town he had been staying in. He didn’t even know how long he had been out in the cold. He trudged through the snow, hopefully in the direction of the nearest bit of society. The cold had already seeped into his bones and he found himself growing increasingly tired. The wheezing coughs came and shook his entire body and he wanted nothing more than to lie down and just let the cold take over him.
Alexander’s eyelids were drooping and he tripped, falling face first into the snow. For a moment, he just laid there, struggling to find the will to get back up. After a moment and a painful bout of coughs, he pulled himself to his feet. Leaning against the nearest tree, he caught his breath, snapping his head up at the sound of nearby footfalls. Alexander tried to stop it, but he couldn’t keep the rib shaking round of coughs. He struggled to catch his breath between the coughs and found himself on his knees, everything hurting. He slowly raised his head to blearily look at the stranger coming near him. He was just hoping that his death would come quickly, not expecting any kindness from this human.
