Wandering in the Tundras

Setting: Cold, snowy tundra. Few trees.

Participants:
TaylorNPTTWolf
Knuxtiger4
Tyson_the_Comet

Plot: For whatever reason, you were walking through the tundras after visiting a couple of nearby villages. During the trek, the snowfall seemed to speed up a little bit, but not enough to harm you. However, you don't notice that there are other Mobian near you as well...



Tyson trudged through the snow, holding some sort of scroll in his hands. He seemed to be wearing his usual attire, except the accessory goggles he wears were on his eyes. Pretty unusual for any normal Mobian, especially since he didn't look cold at all. He must have been an ice type.

Her nostrils flared as Nails glanced around among the tundra.  The tigress was well dressed for this climate, cover in heavy suede lined with fur with clothing underneath the covers, one could say she was well prepared for this area.  Probably helps that she grew up in this type of environment and that having ice related powers was an added bonus on top of that.

She watched as the snowfall seemed to picked up around her, winds whipping up a bit with it.  A good snowstorm was probably a few hours off if she was to guess.  She continued walking along in the semi-deep snow and ice, heading back to a small shelter she made not to far off. It was a few step in before her ears flickered.  "A noise?" she thought as she looked around.  She wasn't alone and didn't like that fact that someone else was in the same area as her.

Taylor had been lost for hours now.

She had asked a couple people from the village nearby the direction of station square, which was next to the woods that her home sat in. However nobody knew what that place was, so to be helpful, They gave her a backpack full of supplies to help her. Taylor could at least be thankful for that and had thanked them for helping her.

She hasn't looked inside the backpack since she left the village, in fact she had no idea what was inside the backpack that the villagers would call supplies anyway. She was starting to worry about her chao back at home, she had promised them that she would be home a couple of hours ago. 

Taylor had no idea where to go or how to get home. She was hearing noises that seemed like other mobians and she did not like it, for in fact she was scared, she didn't know this area and what could be lurking here. she decided to climb up one of the trees to try and get a view of where she could go to get back to her home.

The fluttering snow seemed to swirl around Tyson as he walked. He seemed to radiate a cold aura himself, colder than the snow... he stopped walking.

Tyson looked to his right, glancing at a figure before it headed up into the frozen trees. No use chasing after the person...

Then Tyson looked to his left. Another area of swirling snow was over there, around Nails. Though Tyson couldn't see the figure clearly, and had no idea who it was, he was sure it was another ice user. That's a relief, since he's always eager to meet someone of his element.

He started walking towards Nails.

Unfortunately for Tyson,  Nails wasn't the friendly type by a long shot.  She glanced over and could see a faint figure approaching her.  She wasn't sure if it was friend or foe and decided on the next best thing.

Her lips twitch as her nice sharp teeth show and a low growl started to rattled rom her throat.  It was within earshot to serve as a warning for the person approaching her.  Nails slowly changed her stance into that of a guard position, ready to strike if need be.

From up in the trees, Taylor hears a mysterious growl coming from the ground area. She gets afraid and decides to start jumping from tree to tree just to get away from the noise. She was thankful that she knew which path to take. 

As she jumps from tree to tree, it makes loud noises that one would normally hear when there are squirrels or other small animals hurrying around wooded areas or jumping to another tree.

Tyson stopped walking almost instantly. A potentially violent ice type... this wasn't good. Now that he was a bit closer, the colors seemed to fade in a little bit, but still couldn't decide whether the figure was male or female, mainly because of the slight swirl of snow that surrounded them individually. He needed a better look, not only to decide gender, but whether friend or foe...

Tyson slowly transitioned into a warrior pose (https://yoga.com/pose/warrior-pose-left-leg-bent), his hands ever so slightly radiating a cold blue aura. The snowfall began to slow down to a much more comfortable rate, the cold winds seeming to vanish. Some of the clouds even began to fade away.

Tyson went back to standing straight up. Now both of them could clearly see each other. He lifted the goggles up from his eyes and placed them on his forehead. He didn't look that harmful. Nails, however, was a different story. Tyson spoke first.

"I'm not here to harm you..."

Nails watched the figure seemly get into a pose.  Being that she really could see out n the snow, responded with getting into a striking pose if in case she needed to.  She paused for a bit, watching as the figure began to swirl the snow to almost a calm halt as the cloud begin to clear.  

She could finally see the figure but wasn't all that impressed.  "A kid?" she thought to herself as she looked at him.  He was definitely dressed for this area but had never seem him here before.  A good look over deemed that he was no threat to her but still didn't like he had approached her.  She wasn't a very approachable person to being with, her appearance probably not helping that.

After several minutes of watching Tyson, she steady her stance to just simply standing straight.  Her face change to her typical blank glare, giving him a look of intimidation, a look of "Why are you here bothering me" look.  She wasn't very kind or friendly with strangers.

After a little bit of jumping, One of the tree branches broke and Taylor cursed a little as she started to fall. She used her claws to cling herself onto the tree with instead made giant claw marks in the tree. Taylor grumbled a little as she started climbing back up the tree to a stronger branch, then tried to focus back to which direction she was heading.

Tyson ignored the first comment, but Nails had a point on the second. Of course, Tyson didn't mean any harm, he was just curious to see who the Mobian was. But curiosity killed the cat- er, fox, in this case. Luckily he wasn't dead... hopefully he wouldn't be.

He thought about the questions and statements that ran through his head before he had even walked to her. What was a Mobian doing out here in the cold? Is he/she lost? Maybe a friend...

"I was just wandering around, that's all."

His ear flickered to the sound of cracking branches, but decided not to pay attention to that, not yet.

Her ears flicked a bit when she heard branches snapping out in the distance but otherwise wasn't really phased by the noise.  Nails still had her cold eyes over Tyson, watch his every move, watching him trying to figure out what to do or say to her for that matter.

Once Tyson finally spoke and stated her was wandering, she nodded a tiny bit.  It was a good enough answer for her and she could see he was not threat to her or anyone in the area.  She took one good last look before turning around, back facing Tyson before quietly treading along the snow and ice at a walking pace.

Taylor started jumping from tree to tree once again after she remembered which way she was going so that she could get home. Because of how cold it was, it was getting harder and harder for her to jump. She had also started feeling a sharp pain in her fingers, Could she be getting frostbite? Will she not have fingers anymore?

Tyson thought about his options. He could either catch up to the person, quietly follow her, or find out what was going on with the cracking branches... being naive, he wanted to get her name, maybe ask if she needed any directions. But it seemed like she knew where she was going... plus, she didn't seem to friendly.

He took notice that the sounds from the frozen trees above were going in the same direction as Nails was walking. He could figure out who was doing so, and where Nails was going, if she needed help. Two birds with one stone, as they say. But if he got caught by either one of them...

He thought to himself once more. Eugh... the things I do for being social...


He quietly backed up into a tree behind him, and launched himself upwards, jumping from the top branches of the trees, following Taylor.