Status Update
Over the last few days temperatures had severely dropped and a blizzard had torn through the drifters neck of the woods, burying any greenery beneath thick layers of snow and frost. The forest was lef... View MoreOver the last few days temperatures had severely dropped and a blizzard had torn through the drifters neck of the woods, burying any greenery beneath thick layers of snow and frost. The forest was left quiet, almost completely still and silent as most wildlife had hidden themselves away within their dens to wait out the harsh storm. The knight had sought refuge in his humble cabin, stocked up on wood to ensure he was able to keep a fire going and keep his home warm, but not even the cabin could endure the severity of the environment.
Part of the roof had buckled and caved in beneath the weight of the falling snow, dumping said snow inside and letting the cold air rush in and replace the cozy warmth with its chilling embrace. Thankfully the storm had passed over shortly after, but it still left him with a gaping hole in his ceiling in freezing temperatures that would needed to be addressed sooner than later. He had built the cabin from the ground up so he was most confident he’d be able to fix it.
The stallion was on his way back towards his cabin now, wearing only his chest plate and leaving his bandaged hooves and head exposed to the element all for the sake of lightening his load. A rope was fastened over his shoulder and around his broad chest, trailing behind him where it was tied securely to a large sled he was pulling along behind him. Numerous logs sat on the sled, bundled and tied up so they didn’t spill out onto the ground anytime he hit a bump or uneven terrain.
The stallion wore a look of stoic focus as he dragged the heavy load behind him, ignoring the exhaustion step after step as he forged on through the densely packed snow, cold sweat beginning to cling to his forehead. The vapour of his breath flowed freely in the air as he let out a huff, the sight of his cabin coming into view invigorating him to dig deep and keep going until he made it.
At last he made it, slowing to a stop just out front of the cabin. He grunted to himself, a soft wheeze leaving him as he lifted a hoof and undid the rope fastened around his chest, letting it drop to the ground as he caught his breath. He felt his chest tighten, feeling as if it were on fire. He lifted his arm and coughed roughly into it, pulling back a second later to notice crimson specks of blood visible along his snow coloured fur…
Another quiet grunt left him before he lowered his hoof to the ground. It was just a cold. The weather must be getting to him, that’s all. He forced himself to think nothing of it, telling himself he could rest when the work was done as he trudged back towards his sled to fetch the logs… #rp
