The Hunting Party - Killian / Nohin
Feb 20, 2015 21:48:40 GMT
Post by Okandmask on Feb 20, 2015 21:48:40 GMT
"Fucking- gods be damned." Nohin had half of mind to just let it all go in Atlan. His clothes were completely drench, sticking close to his skin. With every move the bitter cold proceeded to bite at him. His hair clung to his face, water seeped through his shoes. They were lucky he'd dropped the bag a ways from the stream. "How damn times do I gotta go through this, huh!" The events in Valsk he hoped to ever repeated. He had been careful till now, but he guess Aurea thought it'd be a great time to dunk him under the ice again. Maybe he should pray to the other gods more often.
The redhead continued cursing to himself as the trio reached shore. Since his clothes were all drenched, having another layer only would only add more weight. He was already cold and the damned coat wouldn't help much anymore. He began twisting the fabric. Better to get some of the water out now, but stopped at what Ian mentioned. "A league?!" Running there would make the trip go along quicker, but the distance still makes this a problem. They were quickly losing body heat, and running would make them lose energy faster. They couldn't change at the moment since they only had one set of clothes and he'll be damned if they waited here for their current clothes to dry. "Fuck it all. It'll be a long trip but we can walk there."
He walked awkwardly to the bag, trying his best to avoid touching his own clothing. "Best we start going." He eyed Naveen once more. He shouldn't have taunted the poor thing. The wolf appeared better of than either of them, but water dripped from his fur every so often. Glancing at Ian, he caught the sight of his left hand. If was difficult to tell with it being concealed by the dark glove but it appeared oddly shaped. "Are...you alright?"
The redhead continued cursing to himself as the trio reached shore. Since his clothes were all drenched, having another layer only would only add more weight. He was already cold and the damned coat wouldn't help much anymore. He began twisting the fabric. Better to get some of the water out now, but stopped at what Ian mentioned. "A league?!" Running there would make the trip go along quicker, but the distance still makes this a problem. They were quickly losing body heat, and running would make them lose energy faster. They couldn't change at the moment since they only had one set of clothes and he'll be damned if they waited here for their current clothes to dry. "Fuck it all. It'll be a long trip but we can walk there."
He walked awkwardly to the bag, trying his best to avoid touching his own clothing. "Best we start going." He eyed Naveen once more. He shouldn't have taunted the poor thing. The wolf appeared better of than either of them, but water dripped from his fur every so often. Glancing at Ian, he caught the sight of his left hand. If was difficult to tell with it being concealed by the dark glove but it appeared oddly shaped. "Are...you alright?"