Post by Jazilyn on Oct 28, 2013 3:20:45 GMT -5
Icy-blue eyes peered hopelessly through the white flurry, every step taken in the two-foot deep snow crunching loudly beneath the lupe. His hands were stuffed in the front pocket of his thin and inadequate green hoodie, ears pinned and shoulders hunched. His fluffy, steel-blue wolfen tail dragged through the snow as he trudged forward, each step more arduous than the last. His navy-blue jeans were soaked clean through, the grungy white tee-shirt under his jacket clinging to the sinews of his chest. Strings of his ebony hair flung wildly in the breeze, wet and tangled from the endless blizzard; it had half fallen out of the loose ponytail he kept it in, and clung to the sides of his face while random strands flew about wildly.
The lupe had been walking for what seemed like hours, chased away from his shelter in the middle of a blizzard. He couldn't see well enough to make out where he was headed, most of the street signs illegible in the white haze. He only knew he was walking down a street lined with cars, all of which carried a mountain of snow on their roofs. But the blizzard was so thick, he didn't even realize that the road had started to curve, and continued walking straight forward. He walked until his foot caught on something hard, and he was sent toppling face forward in the snow. He put his hands out to catch himself, not that it did him any good, and struggled and shuffled over his feet until he caught his balance.
Fortune seemed to smile on him today; he had fallen face-first onto the steps of the Terror Mountain hotel. Scuttling to the door, he yanked with overwhelmingly numb hands until the snow gave way enough to get the door open a crack, then slipped inside.
"Good evening, sir. Checking in?" Came the voice of a very confused ixi at the front desk. Only himself and a precious few other guests occupied the lobby, most of the residents probably tucked safely away in their rooms. Several were by the fire, laughing and talking while they waited the storm out.
The lupe forced a half smile, feeling in his jean's pocket, fist curling around the single five-dollar bill he carried. Not nearly enough for a room. "I'm actually waiting for some friends," he lied flawlessly, "And then we'll all be checking in. They should arrive soon. Do you mind if I wait by the fire until they arrive?"
"N-not at all," the ixi replied, looking rather stunned. "What brings you all to town?"
The lupe knew no 'friends' would ever come, and eventually the ixi would kick him out, but even just a few minutes near a fire would be unequivocally helpful. He peeled off his green hoodie, revealing two sleeves of black tribal tattoos, and left the dripping fabric on the coat rack near the door. "Skiing. Wasn't expecting this, though."
"Indeed," the ixi replied with a fake, forced chuckle. Satisfied with the lupe's answer, he turned his gaze down to the papers he had been staring at moments before the lupe walked in. As for the lupe, he made himself comfortable in one of the plush chairs, eyes fixated on the dancing flames.
The lupe had been walking for what seemed like hours, chased away from his shelter in the middle of a blizzard. He couldn't see well enough to make out where he was headed, most of the street signs illegible in the white haze. He only knew he was walking down a street lined with cars, all of which carried a mountain of snow on their roofs. But the blizzard was so thick, he didn't even realize that the road had started to curve, and continued walking straight forward. He walked until his foot caught on something hard, and he was sent toppling face forward in the snow. He put his hands out to catch himself, not that it did him any good, and struggled and shuffled over his feet until he caught his balance.
Fortune seemed to smile on him today; he had fallen face-first onto the steps of the Terror Mountain hotel. Scuttling to the door, he yanked with overwhelmingly numb hands until the snow gave way enough to get the door open a crack, then slipped inside.
"Good evening, sir. Checking in?" Came the voice of a very confused ixi at the front desk. Only himself and a precious few other guests occupied the lobby, most of the residents probably tucked safely away in their rooms. Several were by the fire, laughing and talking while they waited the storm out.
The lupe forced a half smile, feeling in his jean's pocket, fist curling around the single five-dollar bill he carried. Not nearly enough for a room. "I'm actually waiting for some friends," he lied flawlessly, "And then we'll all be checking in. They should arrive soon. Do you mind if I wait by the fire until they arrive?"
"N-not at all," the ixi replied, looking rather stunned. "What brings you all to town?"
The lupe knew no 'friends' would ever come, and eventually the ixi would kick him out, but even just a few minutes near a fire would be unequivocally helpful. He peeled off his green hoodie, revealing two sleeves of black tribal tattoos, and left the dripping fabric on the coat rack near the door. "Skiing. Wasn't expecting this, though."
"Indeed," the ixi replied with a fake, forced chuckle. Satisfied with the lupe's answer, he turned his gaze down to the papers he had been staring at moments before the lupe walked in. As for the lupe, he made himself comfortable in one of the plush chairs, eyes fixated on the dancing flames.