[AW] Running Away From My Problems
Mar 26, 2018 19:31:51 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2018 19:31:51 GMT -5
Bast was tired, cold, hungry, and did she mention exhausted. The trip into the lands had been difficult, and those she had relied upon betrayed her. She could have dealt with that though, it was fall when she first headed for these lands and her goal was to get her, find shelter, and a reliable source of food before the snows hit. Unfortunately, she had only managed to do one of those things. She had found shelter in some old decrepit ruins that she called home which was nice, and kept her warm, but now she was struggling with finding enough food and water to survive.
So it was just another day with her padding back to her shelter, encrusted with snow, shivering, and rapidly losing weight due to the lack of food. She could occasionally find small ponds to break open and lap up the icy water beneath, or some that had just not frozen, but the food was much harder. Being only three months old she was rather small, only nine and a half inches, and thus was not tall enough, or really physically developed, to hunt on her own, and so she was reliant on finding already dead animals to eat from, and while the snow tended to preserve meat longer, she couldn't stay out as long to hunt without freezing to death.
So with an empty stomach, Bast padded into her new home, welcoming the warmth that the walls of the ruins provided. She didn't really have a 'den' in here, just whatever room looked comfy. That settled she curled up in the corner of it and plopped down with a sigh, in a sort of rebellion against her hunger and the cold, waiting for sleep to overtake her.
So it was just another day with her padding back to her shelter, encrusted with snow, shivering, and rapidly losing weight due to the lack of food. She could occasionally find small ponds to break open and lap up the icy water beneath, or some that had just not frozen, but the food was much harder. Being only three months old she was rather small, only nine and a half inches, and thus was not tall enough, or really physically developed, to hunt on her own, and so she was reliant on finding already dead animals to eat from, and while the snow tended to preserve meat longer, she couldn't stay out as long to hunt without freezing to death.
So with an empty stomach, Bast padded into her new home, welcoming the warmth that the walls of the ruins provided. She didn't really have a 'den' in here, just whatever room looked comfy. That settled she curled up in the corner of it and plopped down with a sigh, in a sort of rebellion against her hunger and the cold, waiting for sleep to overtake her.