Post by TheRuddyRaku! on Jan 9, 2011 6:13:07 GMT -6
Once again, clumps of snow would bedeck him, fallin onto his armour in a cascade of white brilliance. After Hours of trundleing in the tundra, he had discovered one thing.
Heavy Armour Doesnt Bode Well In Snow.
In some places, with every step he took, he would move several paces in another direction in the snow. Downward. He would pace across a seemingly beautiful land, given presence and a magic which was a beauty to behond, the soft snow turning hard under his crushing weight, leaving a feasably large pawprint in the white. His form would pace through the tundra with a smile at the lands beauty, lulled into a blissful unawareness, and then BAM! he would be several feet under the frozen water where it had given away from under him. And each time he would climb out, Vowwing never to be lulled into such a sence of security. There was none here.
And each time it would happen again.
He would pull himself out of the white with a smile, recalling so many times he had done this as a pup, as he shook the snow from his armour. What was the point, it would only come back again?
Astheric wolves were known for walking through the snow, letting it plaster on their fur and continueing unfazed, such was their coats thickness, and shaking out just seemed too damn repetative. The Dakkan grinned to himself, remembering one more nugget of information Astheric tundra wolves could do. As a breed heavilly adapted to such conditions, they could turn their insides almost to a lava-like substence of moltern muscle and sinew, keeping them warm and melting away the majority of the snow. Less of a magic, more of a science. the inside of their veins and arteries were unlike many other animals, On the inside of the tubes in their circulatory system was a network of miniscule grooves, similar to sandpaper, when their hertrate increased, so did their bloods friction, and thus their bodyheat.
Hyraku quickly acknowledged this and tried it out for the first time in years...
...Setting his armour aflame with a burning blaze, evidently, the dead dakkan was now a torch as his dead bodies system flared into life at his will, causing his armour to heat and combust, sending a torrent of steam into the air from his metallic plates, as heat rises, his paws remained naturally cool, allowing him to trundle through the snow without melting it and endangering himself in the process....
God Bless Evolution.
to kill the time as he trundled through the harsh winter lands, he sang to himself a song, keeping his mind occupied aswell as his body.
"In the snow i lay, Motionless again, call it quits, or blow it in your fits. snow bedecks my soul, cold as ice in whole, every time, im walking on ice. seasons change again, spring is gone aflame, burned away, replaced now with ice's bane."
He continued trecking, Pausing to stop at a likely rock, sitting upon it and humming to himself, checking his bearing in the snow, easilly visible against the white as the flaming wolf crackled in the white snowfall.
Heavy Armour Doesnt Bode Well In Snow.
In some places, with every step he took, he would move several paces in another direction in the snow. Downward. He would pace across a seemingly beautiful land, given presence and a magic which was a beauty to behond, the soft snow turning hard under his crushing weight, leaving a feasably large pawprint in the white. His form would pace through the tundra with a smile at the lands beauty, lulled into a blissful unawareness, and then BAM! he would be several feet under the frozen water where it had given away from under him. And each time he would climb out, Vowwing never to be lulled into such a sence of security. There was none here.
And each time it would happen again.
He would pull himself out of the white with a smile, recalling so many times he had done this as a pup, as he shook the snow from his armour. What was the point, it would only come back again?
Astheric wolves were known for walking through the snow, letting it plaster on their fur and continueing unfazed, such was their coats thickness, and shaking out just seemed too damn repetative. The Dakkan grinned to himself, remembering one more nugget of information Astheric tundra wolves could do. As a breed heavilly adapted to such conditions, they could turn their insides almost to a lava-like substence of moltern muscle and sinew, keeping them warm and melting away the majority of the snow. Less of a magic, more of a science. the inside of their veins and arteries were unlike many other animals, On the inside of the tubes in their circulatory system was a network of miniscule grooves, similar to sandpaper, when their hertrate increased, so did their bloods friction, and thus their bodyheat.
Hyraku quickly acknowledged this and tried it out for the first time in years...
...Setting his armour aflame with a burning blaze, evidently, the dead dakkan was now a torch as his dead bodies system flared into life at his will, causing his armour to heat and combust, sending a torrent of steam into the air from his metallic plates, as heat rises, his paws remained naturally cool, allowing him to trundle through the snow without melting it and endangering himself in the process....
God Bless Evolution.
to kill the time as he trundled through the harsh winter lands, he sang to himself a song, keeping his mind occupied aswell as his body.
"In the snow i lay, Motionless again, call it quits, or blow it in your fits. snow bedecks my soul, cold as ice in whole, every time, im walking on ice. seasons change again, spring is gone aflame, burned away, replaced now with ice's bane."
He continued trecking, Pausing to stop at a likely rock, sitting upon it and humming to himself, checking his bearing in the snow, easilly visible against the white as the flaming wolf crackled in the white snowfall.
