Memories((CINDER))
Feb 5, 2011 0:11:42 GMT -5
Post by BeyondSaving on Feb 5, 2011 0:11:42 GMT -5
OOC: Alright let me get into the swing of this.I got links to my charries bios, in case you need a refresher, plus they are slightly updated.
The ground was covered in crunchy white snow. It had partially melted from the yesterday's sun, and then froze again over night, so a layer of ice sat on top, catching each ray of light and making it glimmer in each of of his. He sat, back against an old, bare oak. He could almost feel it creak as he leaned back hard against it, the old dark,charred tree.The bark was practically falling off, flakes of it landing all over his clothing and hair and he squirmed against it.As he back like against the giant aged trunk, his legs were outstretched, feet were bare, and toes were pointed towards the sky, heels deep in the hard, icy surface.
There were little if any green at all left in the woods, and white and brown were everywhere. Different shades, most of the trees remained the same dark brown, the farther he looked out, the blacker they seemed. The sun was just beginning to rise this morning, and he had been sitting against the same exact tree all night.
These bare trees, his friends- surrounded him everywhere, and they were the only things surrounding him.
The first yellow of the sun, made the snow and ice hanging from everything look tinted, and began to heat the side of his face. Dawn.
Warmth. Warmer than it was the night before anyhow.
Logan, had been dressed down in nothing but his tan, fiber infused pants he had stolen in a raid, which were beginning to rip and were no longer working to sustain the function of keeping him warm. His ugly, stained and tattered tan denim type jacket, might as well not even have been worn. It didn't help any that it was soaked by snow fall and icy rain. There was absolutely no warmth left in his body. He was weak from lack of food, and that cause him to lose heat. He was losing heat, making him too weak to hunt, and it was a vicious cycle. He had to find something easy soon, to sustain him, or sit and die. There was no hoping in resting to conserve energy, because there was none left to conserve. Watching, as his arms and hands began to slowly fade in color and turn blue, he began trembling.
First he crossed his arms over his chest, trying to hold himself together. This wasn't going to work. Sliding the jacket off himself, hoping his flannel shirt would be enough, Logan came to a standing position, hoping to find an easy meal.
There were little if any green at all left in the woods, and white and brown were everywhere. Different shades, most of the trees remained the same dark brown, the farther he looked out, the blacker they seemed. The sun was just beginning to rise this morning, and he had been sitting against the same exact tree all night.
These bare trees, his friends- surrounded him everywhere, and they were the only things surrounding him.
The first yellow of the sun, made the snow and ice hanging from everything look tinted, and began to heat the side of his face. Dawn.
Warmth. Warmer than it was the night before anyhow.
Logan, had been dressed down in nothing but his tan, fiber infused pants he had stolen in a raid, which were beginning to rip and were no longer working to sustain the function of keeping him warm. His ugly, stained and tattered tan denim type jacket, might as well not even have been worn. It didn't help any that it was soaked by snow fall and icy rain. There was absolutely no warmth left in his body. He was weak from lack of food, and that cause him to lose heat. He was losing heat, making him too weak to hunt, and it was a vicious cycle. He had to find something easy soon, to sustain him, or sit and die. There was no hoping in resting to conserve energy, because there was none left to conserve. Watching, as his arms and hands began to slowly fade in color and turn blue, he began trembling.
First he crossed his arms over his chest, trying to hold himself together. This wasn't going to work. Sliding the jacket off himself, hoping his flannel shirt would be enough, Logan came to a standing position, hoping to find an easy meal.
No worries BS - even if you'd responded a month ago, I've been in the same-ish situation so I totally understand. Just send over a PM when you have a reply up. 
