The frozen wasteland was seemingly endless as Kulbulnas stood in the middle of it. The wind whipped across the area, carrying snowflakes and small pieces of ice along with it. It grabbed at Kulbs face, clawing at his skin, his hair getting bits of frozen water ensnared in it. His hair wasn't even long, yet somehow, this place was attacking his hair like it was as long as his back.
Kulb scratched his head, before shaking his hair, trying to get some of the ice residue out, before he realized he should probably go find a cave or some other area to zit down and relax in, and wait for the wind to at least calm down a bit. He continued walking in silence, his only companion the howling of the winds, and his thoughts. He wore what was standard in this country, a thick coat, and a pair of warm, fuzzy pants, with boots. He wasn't a fan of the cold, and he refused to wear anything more than the norm. Kulb enjoyed fitting in with everyone, unless it was something good, then he had to be the best.
His eyes poked and prodded the area around him, but there didn't seem to be anywhere near him that he could quickly run into. He gave a deep, irritated, visible breath. The area seemed completely clear of any sign of life. He hoped his assumption was false. He severely needed the help right now.
Tue Jul 09, 2013 1:33 am
