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 Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 11:58 am
AIM RP Log Between Figment (owned by Thamin) and Heha-Nimsup (owned by XxXPandamoniumXxX )  
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 12:02 pm
Thamin
White. It was all one could see in any direction they chose to look. The wind howled as it swept about the mountainside, whipping the snow about so strongly it felt like a knife piercing your hide. A soft chuckle escaped Figment as she looked out onto the storm from her home. She relished the storms. Indifferent to the cold and the seemingly relentless onslaught of the wind Figment set out through the snow, blending in almost perfectly with her surroundings. Almost. Her pale blue bead at the end of her braid was all the color that one could see if they were to look at her, and even then it was only if it had yet to be buried in the swiftly falling snow. Quietly she hummed a tune to herself, keeping herself company as she wandered the paths her father had shown and taught her before his passing, hidden or obscure routs that could take someone from one side of the mountain to the other in even the worst of storms.
XxXPandamoniumXxX
Heha felt the cold air beating against his coat and wondered why in the world did he travel up the mountain on a day like this. He was still trying to find his daughter and thought maybe she got ambitious and went up here since after all nothing scared her. But this was too much even for his daughter. He could see anything and it was far too cold out to stop moving. He was afraid he would end up freezing to death and cursed himself for traveling to a place he didn't frequent often. He was use to the warmer weather of the plains and rarely had contact with the cold unless it was winter of course. But then he paused at the sound of humming and felt the cold wrap around his body like a cloth. "Is someone there?" He called out wondering if maybe he was imagining things.
Thamin
Figment froze in place as the voice of a complete stranger rung out through the mountain. Her eyes narrowed as she whipped her head around in the direction that it had came from. With a soft snort that, had the wind not been so strong, would have left a cloud of frozen breath before her nose she lowered her head and stalked through the piles and mounds of ice. Someone was in her territory, and though they had not called for help she was curious as to who would climb the mountain in a storm. True, the storms were unpredictable, that they could have clear skies and in an instant be nothing but a stormy nightmare up in the mountains, but Figment payed no never mind to this. She wanted to see the intruder, see who it was on what she had come to think of as her territory; she was, after all, the only one wiling to live in the freezing cold as far as she knew.
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