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Post by dogtagxo on Jan 11, 2012 1:57:10 GMT -5
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When the mountain winds were not gusts of strong air that could tumble one over and when the snowfall was not blinding, it was the place to be. As it was on that day, a soft breeze with flurries of snow drifting in the air. Not ideal for those who lacked a thick pelt and strong survival skills. Of course to Walter, the snow leopard, these things were hardly a struggle. In fact if anything was a struggle it was moving his lazy body about. All other things were like fun and games to him. Always to come out the winner, on top, the gold medal.
On that particular morning, as the sun began to slowly move over the peak of the nearest and highest mountain in the range, Walter found himself already awake and inside the warm cave walls of his little mountain top home. Paws crossed over as he laid, head resting on them and staring out into the world as light began to enter his little sanctuary. On that note, he'd gotten up to stretch, shaking away the sleepiness that clung to his fur like a leach.
"If only I was fed by someone, I'd neveeer have to leaveee." Walter chuckled to himself, heading toward the exit of the den and popping his head out into the light, squinting as he did so until the large pupils adjusted. "Hmmph, at least the day won't be as horrid as yesterday."
Walter sometimes spoke to himself. When one is alone for so long, it wasn't too surprising. The large cat wasn't antisocial, often enjoying the company of a pretty 'ess or a wayward male, however solitude was his undeniable friend. The wind at his ears a calm whisper, the snow at his paws a cold reminder and when a blizzard would burst in unexpectedly, an enemy at his den entrance.
Walter made his way through the snow, tail dragging behind lazily, approaching the little rock that he sat atop every morning that was clear enough to stare down into the low lands. A grunt could be heard as his rump hit the cold stone, glaring down at the journey ahead. He'd already spent a little over a week up on the mountain top, however without change, he would sooner dive into an iced over lake.
Fluffy tail curled over his paws and he waited. For anything, or maybe nothing.
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