Post by Sasha on Mar 29, 2015 18:18:21 GMT -5
The days had been long and hard. Winter sapped a lot of strength out of Sasha and a lot of fun demeanor he used to hold. She had not been with the Wild Rats for all that time. She was too busy training Crawk, and too busy trying to change back into a man again. Being a woman did have its appeal, but she was tired of it. There was no way she could show herself to her band of brigands without losing some form of respect. Not because she was a woman, since Ginger herself was actually in command, but because he was forcefully turned into one against will and had no idea how to truly adapt. Hell, when she first experienced a menstrual cycle, she thought she was dying until someone told her otherwise. How embarrassing.
All that time in the winter, she had spent in the Tangled. It was a wild place, suited to her lifestyle. Sasha believed she was prepared for the Winter, but she was wrong. Most of her days were in the Savanna. There was no real 'Winter' there, but rather dry season and wet season. The only reason she was still alive was because Crawk was smart enough to bring her food that she could devour and roughly make into blankets and coats. Kali was not so fortunate and perished from the harsh winter. It devastated Sasha, and at no point could she bare to devour the dog's remains or use her coat.
Now, it was just her and Crawk. And due to the harsh Winter, she decided it was time to emerge from the Tangle and go anywhere but there. She was ready for warmth, and spring, and anything but the dry, icy coldness.
She was still in the Tangled, but not as far in. It was apparent that she was getting close to the outskirts, seeing how there were less, thick branches and roots blocking her way, and more evidence of humanoid visitors and travelers. The sky was much easier to see, and more sunlight came in. On one hand that put a damper on things since her skin was sensitive to the sun, but on the other it made seeing the way to go easier and made him in a better, more hopefully move. Traveling at night in the Tangled was a bad idea regardless. There was no telling what all out there wanted to eat her.
There was still snow on the ground, but it was slowly beginning to melt. Her only piece of clothing was a mesh of different animal furs with different colors. It was more like a cloak that she pulled to cover her entire body, and her feet were covered with the same warm, chestnut colored boots from the beginning of the winter. They were beginning to tear, and she could steadily feel a cold draft reaching her soles. To help with the cold and to avoid the ice, she was riding on the back of her warg, her hips moving in motion with every step that he took. She held an axe in her hand, the only weapon she had.
They had been traveling for a quite a while in that day alone. Every now and then, she would nod off, only to be woken up by the awkward movements of Crawk. He was dozing off as well. From time to time, he would start walking in the direction of a tree trunk before straightening himself out. Sasha was too determined to get out to stop though.
All that time in the winter, she had spent in the Tangled. It was a wild place, suited to her lifestyle. Sasha believed she was prepared for the Winter, but she was wrong. Most of her days were in the Savanna. There was no real 'Winter' there, but rather dry season and wet season. The only reason she was still alive was because Crawk was smart enough to bring her food that she could devour and roughly make into blankets and coats. Kali was not so fortunate and perished from the harsh winter. It devastated Sasha, and at no point could she bare to devour the dog's remains or use her coat.
Now, it was just her and Crawk. And due to the harsh Winter, she decided it was time to emerge from the Tangle and go anywhere but there. She was ready for warmth, and spring, and anything but the dry, icy coldness.
She was still in the Tangled, but not as far in. It was apparent that she was getting close to the outskirts, seeing how there were less, thick branches and roots blocking her way, and more evidence of humanoid visitors and travelers. The sky was much easier to see, and more sunlight came in. On one hand that put a damper on things since her skin was sensitive to the sun, but on the other it made seeing the way to go easier and made him in a better, more hopefully move. Traveling at night in the Tangled was a bad idea regardless. There was no telling what all out there wanted to eat her.
There was still snow on the ground, but it was slowly beginning to melt. Her only piece of clothing was a mesh of different animal furs with different colors. It was more like a cloak that she pulled to cover her entire body, and her feet were covered with the same warm, chestnut colored boots from the beginning of the winter. They were beginning to tear, and she could steadily feel a cold draft reaching her soles. To help with the cold and to avoid the ice, she was riding on the back of her warg, her hips moving in motion with every step that he took. She held an axe in her hand, the only weapon she had.
They had been traveling for a quite a while in that day alone. Every now and then, she would nod off, only to be woken up by the awkward movements of Crawk. He was dozing off as well. From time to time, he would start walking in the direction of a tree trunk before straightening himself out. Sasha was too determined to get out to stop though.