Dec 09 2015, 11:11 PM
Snow flurries danced across Pisces as they did on the rare occasion, painting the usually grey-blue cavern a brilliant, shimmery white. With the fluffy flakes coming down, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to play. The cubs were still quite young, nothing more than little rondure balls of fur, and every day was a bright, beautiful new experience of wonder to explore.
... Baroque's sisters were easily much more excited by him. Their brumal coats, slick and white, bounded out of their parent's den. Waves off puffy white snowflakes crashed upwards in their wake, and before too long the brother-cub couldn't see his sisters among the hills of frosty snow. Azure eyes blinked, the bright, harsh light of icy reflection hard enough to look at without trying to find his pure, ivory sisters. Squinting, the cub stepped forward out of the cave, his over-sized feet crunching over his sisters' daintier paw prints.
Immediately, he was struck by the cold of the substance. A shiver ran up his legs and to his spine, his growing chestnut mane frizzing up on all ends. The slush melted under the warmth of his ebony paw pads as he stood, frozen, half in the snow and half out, until he was used to the icy temperature. Cautiously, he reached his nose into the nearest pile of snow and sniffed. Flakes fluttered up into his nostrils and he let out a chuff, blowing the uncomfortable wetness as quickly as he could.
What was this stuff? It was so cold, and it didn't smell like anything at all! His lips drew back as he grumbled, making babyish rumbles at his own discomfort. The fluffy oaf crept forward, each step making him more tense than the last, until he reached the pond where he usually liked to drink. It was a lot less noisy than the waterfall, and he liked how it was closer to home... Especially with all the snow on the ground. He lowered his head to take a drink and jammed his muzzle into the hard water.
His cyan gaze went wide as he jerked back, his tongue frozen to the surface of the ice. Where was his water?! The baby made a whining roar as he tried to pull his tongue back, claws scratching at the surface of the pond. His world had changed so quickly and he just had no idea how to handle it-- as embarrassing as it was, he would much rather be free than stuck forever; so he cried for his mommy and daddy. It was a relief that help would be there soon.
Baroque
rip barry... @Quintus