Comet, well-suited as she was to this exact kind of weather, would still find resistance in the form of extreme blizzard winds. Snow buffeted against her gently, at first, but every foot deeper made the storm more intense and difficult to pass through.
There wasn't anything particularly unusual yet, save for a few stray stones here and there that might provide momentary shelter and resting places.
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If Comet wishes to go deeper, she must roll a 9 or higher to combat the wind.
@Comet
The snow beneath Comet seemed to not be enough to keep her from getting pushed further and further back. It wasn't being sent to the entrance to Polaris, but it was a setback nonetheless.
It was calmer this way, at least; and, something - a large, charcoal-grey thing - dancing among the white, powdery snowflakes. Every shift of the wind had it spiraling in another direction, moving up and down and in and out of reach.
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If Comet wishes to catch the unidentified object, she must roll a Barely Successful or higher.
@Comet
Catching was a breeze for Comet - and her reward was a beautiful specimen of a feather: it was broad and about two feet long with a rounded edge, completely smooth and soft to the touch. Sooty grey marked the entirety of it, save for a natural lightening towards the base of the bent quill where down replaced barbs.
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Comet may roll to go further. If she goes in with her feather, there's a chance of her losing her grip on it.
@Comet
Two - no, three sets of tracks were imprinted into the snow that Comet pushed into.
The smallest set was about the same size as the wolf's, somewhat shallow. They were distinctly feline in nature. The other pairs were far larger, following one another - or perhaps belonging to the same creature. One was heavy and nearly perfectly flat, like a five-toed dinosaur's, and the other had a semicircular shape with five divots, suggesting curled toes.
They led deeper into the storm.
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If Comet wishes to go deeper, she must roll a 5 or higher to combat the wind.
@Comet
The prints tapered off as the storm's intensity grew. Deep as the heavier sets were, they were not immune to wind's nature to smooth everything out. In fact... everything seemed to draw to a strange smoothness.
Was the wind coming from that way... ? Or this way... ? Which direction was north and which was south? The squall formed a swirling vortex here. All of Comet's tracks had been near-instantly wiped away by the wind, so that couldn't help...
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Comet must roll to not lose her sense of direction in the blinding white and end up going the wrong way.
@Comet