- user;; kamelgirl
name;; connor
gender;; male (he/him)
what is something they love to do?;; Connor's favorite thing is exploring! He loves to wander around in the woods for hours, documenting everything he sees with his camera and journal. His ambition is to someday leave his small clan and travel the world, meeting new people and trying out new things, but for now, he'll stick closer to home. [51/100]
extras;; As the freezing wind whipped across his face, Connor shuddered and pulled his coat tighter around him. So maybe he'd made a mistake coming out while the blizzard watch was on, but he'd been tracking down a piebald deer before the storm and he really needed a picture.
Twenty minutes later, he still hadn't gotten that photo, and the looming clouds overhead hinted at a much larger storm than the forecast had suggested. Connor had been caught outside in snowstorms before, but this one looked worse than any previous ones.
As he burst through the tree line, Connor could feel the wind dropping as it was partially blocked by the trees. Still too cold, he thought as he hurried on. I need to get out of the wind or I'll freeze. He held up a hand to his brow, squinting through the flurries of snow that stung his pelt as swept past. There's no way I'm making it home at this rate, but if I can just find a house...
Up ahead, Connor could see a dim shadow shifting between the trees. For the first time since the storm began, he felt a faint stirring of hope. "Hey!" he called, waving a hand frantically. "Hello? Can you help me?"
The shadow remained motionless.
Connor sucked in another breath of the biting cold to call out again, but tripped over a tree root, catching himself on the trunk. When he looked up again, the shadow was gone. pure, unreasoning panic flared in his chest. "Wait!" he yelled, stumbling forward. "Don't-" The rest of his sentence was swallowed up in a deafening crack as the ice beneath his feet split open. Too startled to make a sound, Connor was plunged into the freezing water.
...
- When his eyes slid open, the first thing Connor registered was warmth. The second thing was that he seemed to be inside some kind of cave, which, judging by the various ornaments laying around, had been refurbished into a home. Some of those things were pretty cool, actually. Connor's fingers itched for his camera. My camera! Forgetting all stiffness, numbness, and pain of any kind, Connor snapped upright and frantically began patting himself down.
Someone behind him gave an amused cough. Connor spun around to face them.
A tall, thin Viscet leaned against an intricately carved table draped with an animal pelt of some kind. An elaborate pair of antlers arched delicately out of his head, and his eyes were a cool shade of blue.
Connor took all this in at a glance and skipped ahead to the real questions. "Did you get my camera?"
"You're welcome for saving your life," the Viscet drawled. "But yes, I did get your camera. Since that's ever so much more important than your neck."
"Yes, thank you," Connor said distractedly. "Where is it? I need it. Also, my name's Connor."
wip <33 [479/1000]
