The White Hare

Creeping Chill

It would be over soon. The creeping of ice and frost digging at furred skin would cease. Memories of blood and death plague the mind of the fallen. The carpet of nothingness that devoured their vision remains the same, even at the final path to the end. 

Curled around their exposed tail, the woman can hear the crunching of nearby snow more so than she can feel it. Strength abandons the lone survivor. 'At least I won't feel a thing.' The crackling in her chest increases as the sound of crunching snow grows louder. 'Why am I still afraid? It's not like it makes a difference.'

Succumbing to the cold, eaten by a predator, slain by the agent of a familial enemy. In the end it's all the same. Death is death. 

Who knew what was truly in store for the next state of being. 

The side of her face is uncovered first. She didn't have it in her to shiver anymore. There's a pause for a moment. More of her body is uncovered to reveal her frostbitten hands clutching at her pink tail. The clothing she had on was ripped apart and her limbs were covered in long dried blood. Humiliated and left here to die. Why couldn't they have just finished the what they started?

Pressure is put on the side of her neck. Maybe the predator would make it quick. Her eyes move to the sound of the disturbance over her. Hopefully it was something with really big teeth and strong jaws. 

[Species: Old Blood Leoporcitae   Sex: Male   Level:1

Body: 981+ / Mind:351 / Spirit:??? / Mana:21 / Confidence:11 / ????????: S 

Description: A male of an extinct species investigating the feeling of waning lifeforce has stumbled upon the remains of the attack.

Traits: [Efficient Digestion] [Powerful Bone Claws] [Retractable Claws] [Unnatural Contortion] [Powerful Grip] [Monstrously Powerful Legs] [Marathon Breeder] [Elongated Tongue] [Fluffy Coat] [Insulated Fur] [Flame Retardant Fur] [Scarred Hide] [Bone Crushing Teeth] [Flesh Ripping Fangs] [Metal Jaws] [Nightmarish Physique] [Spring Steel Tendons] [Rigid Bone Structure] [Iron Skull] [Iron Fists] [Compressed Muscles] [Black Winter Skin Pigmentation] [Eyes of The Predator]

Skills: The individual before you doesn't know you well enough to give you a peak at their skills.

Threat Rank: Gamma / Temperament: ?????

]

She was confident he could make it quick. The feeling of those eyes on her would have had her fur on end if she wasn't so sluggish. 

'Please just make it quick.'

She feels pressure on the back of her neck. Her insides turn as she thinks this is her final moments. Until she feels herself being made to sit up before the hand moves lower. A second pressure pushes under her knees and she finds herself suspended in the air.

[Description: The Old Blood Leoporcitae is carrying you.]

The poor girl had to be hallucinating. Maybe she was already dead.

A gentle warmth starts to eek into her body. It was practically burning to her but over time the burning faded and bloomed into hardly there warmth seeping into her. She feels what she can now identify as his arms pulling her closer, tucking her body against his own as they begin to move. The jarring motion of his rapid steps and bounds cause her to succumb to the darkness. 

Using the hellhound furs of his halfskirt and padding of his abdominal armor, Jack bundles the body of the woman up as best he can and practically glides through the forest. The added pressure of getting a fragile package somewhere safe was just what he needed to keep himself from screwing up and crashing.