Post by Fenrir on Dec 26, 2020 8:59:03 GMT -8
The air was filled with a crisp chill. There was white snow everywhere. The sky was overcast, hung low, and was filled with dark and purple thick clouds. From those clouds came tiny snowflakes, beautiful and unique and light. The snowflakes were coming down in very light spurts, as it was not fully snowing, at least not quite yet. The snow storm, Fenrir knew, was going to come sooner or later, hopefully more later than sooner.
He stood out among the people in town. Everyone was bundled up; they were dressed from head to toe in winter clothing, from puffy thick jackets, to long overcoats, to furs and faux furs and muffs and scarves, and yet there was Fenrir. The light haired seven foot two inch tall wolf, his well toned body was clad in a red suit but this time this red suit matched the season. It was red with white fur trimming. He wore a big black and gold belt around his waist which kept his pants up, or at least kept his pants from slipping off his hips. Over his shoulders he wore a red and white fur trimmed coat, no shirt underneath. The jacket was open. His chest was exposed.
Yet, he was not cold. He stood in the snow, his black boot clad feet covered up to the ankle, and he was still not cold, bare chested and all. "Ahh, this feels great!" He grinned, a big toothy smile, as he picked up a massive heavy red bag, tied with a gold rope, and slung it over his shoulder as he made his way toward where his senses were picking up the presence of a familiar feline. He could almost smell the cat, and he had to admit, the cat had a nice scent. Maybe, if the cat were interested, he would partake in some hot cocoa with the wolf; of course, he would offer to top that hot cocoa with whipped cream and mini marshmallows. One cannot have hot cocoa without whipped cream or mini marshmallows.
Then he'd offer the rest of the wolf and maybe some whipped crea- No, stay focused, stay focused. None of that. He shook his head and walked towards where Will-O-Wisp was and as soon as the cat was in sight, he whistled over to him, "Ho-ho-ho, little kitten, I've got a gift for you," He grinned and reached into the big bag and then pulled out a beautifully perfectly wrapped package and held it out to the feline to take, "Merry Christmas, Ktitten."
WC: 425
Will O. Wisp
He stood out among the people in town. Everyone was bundled up; they were dressed from head to toe in winter clothing, from puffy thick jackets, to long overcoats, to furs and faux furs and muffs and scarves, and yet there was Fenrir. The light haired seven foot two inch tall wolf, his well toned body was clad in a red suit but this time this red suit matched the season. It was red with white fur trimming. He wore a big black and gold belt around his waist which kept his pants up, or at least kept his pants from slipping off his hips. Over his shoulders he wore a red and white fur trimmed coat, no shirt underneath. The jacket was open. His chest was exposed.
Yet, he was not cold. He stood in the snow, his black boot clad feet covered up to the ankle, and he was still not cold, bare chested and all. "Ahh, this feels great!" He grinned, a big toothy smile, as he picked up a massive heavy red bag, tied with a gold rope, and slung it over his shoulder as he made his way toward where his senses were picking up the presence of a familiar feline. He could almost smell the cat, and he had to admit, the cat had a nice scent. Maybe, if the cat were interested, he would partake in some hot cocoa with the wolf; of course, he would offer to top that hot cocoa with whipped cream and mini marshmallows. One cannot have hot cocoa without whipped cream or mini marshmallows.
Then he'd offer the rest of the wolf and maybe some whipped crea- No, stay focused, stay focused. None of that. He shook his head and walked towards where Will-O-Wisp was and as soon as the cat was in sight, he whistled over to him, "Ho-ho-ho, little kitten, I've got a gift for you," He grinned and reached into the big bag and then pulled out a beautifully perfectly wrapped package and held it out to the feline to take, "Merry Christmas, Ktitten."
WC: 425
Will O. Wisp