02-25-2021, 08:18 PM
[glow=white,1,400]WHAT PART OF LIVING SAYS YOU GOTTA DIE ? — [abbr=DANTE NORTHWEST, THE PITT, PITTIAN, 8 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
It wasn't a secret that Dante didn't like the snow, even if it did remind him of a certain powdery substance. Snow itself, though, was much more irritating and not to mention, cold. It fucked with his internal clock, making him more lazier than usual due to being partially cold-blooded. 'Course, that didn't stop him from lashing out at Elsweyr, finding the adrenaline rush much more satisfying and it warmed his body up. But with that fight came the wounds that Aine wasn't allowed to help with and the cold also fucked with that.
Dante didn't seem to particularly care, though he did take Jormungand's advice on getting new cloth to replace the old ones he had on. That's what brought him to town in the first place, and he jumped a little when he felt a raindrop splash on his muzzle. "Holy shit!" He cried out in excitement, seemingly sharing Aine's happiness. "It's raining!" It felt great on his fur - much better than the snow, even if the raindrops themselves were a little cold. At least it wasn't hail or snow.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
Dante didn't seem to particularly care, though he did take Jormungand's advice on getting new cloth to replace the old ones he had on. That's what brought him to town in the first place, and he jumped a little when he felt a raindrop splash on his muzzle. "Holy shit!" He cried out in excitement, seemingly sharing Aine's happiness. "It's raining!" It felt great on his fur - much better than the snow, even if the raindrops themselves were a little cold. At least it wasn't hail or snow.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]