by jumu » Sat Jul 09, 2016 5:01 pm
Username: Lioth
Name: Wonder
Gender: Female
Personality: Wonder tends to be extremely quiet. She has few friends, all of which can't speak and are usually inanimate objects, some even imaginary. However, her quietness seems to make people think they can walk all over her, and this enrages her beyond what one can call anger. Her rage bubbles over, and leads to.. well, not good things, so others aren't around her much. While she does spend most of her time by herself, she does like to take trips to places she's never been. Her adventurous spirit has taken her all over the world to places like Romania, Russia, Niger, and Australia. Her quiet nature enhances her creativeness, and so she often writes stories about the places she goes, one of which she'll share with you... if you're patient enough to listen.
Extra:
Streaking Winter
A short story created by Wonder
It was a very cold winter in Oymyakon, Russia, the coldest inhabited town in the world. Of course, being such a place, it was bound to be absolutely, shocking cold every day. But this winter... was a bit different. It was December, and the average temperature every day was a mere -58°C (-72°F), 4.8° higher than the record low of -62.8°C (-81°F).
The citizens of Oymyakon all stayed inside on that particular December day. The wind was at top speed and it seemed as though it were snowing. This was wrong, however. The wind was just tossing around the snow that had already fallen, much like it does in Antarctica. It was blinding all the same and sent everyone cowering into their homes, fires crackling in every fireplace and blankets passed around.
The young reindeer was huddled in his herd, his small antlers knocking against the barrels of others. All you could hear was the whip of the wind as it smashed fallen snow on the small barn, some floating inside through the cracks in the stone. Bodies quivered and hooves stomped as the herd moved closer together.
The storm gained more and more velocity, the winds shaking the wood plated roof with a firm hand. Boards started flying and suddenly there was not roof at all. The wind storm send picked up snow flying into the small barn, covering everything in a white glow. Strangled grunts from the older reindeer and fearful barking from the hairy barn mutt couldn't be heard over the winds in the night.
The small bull let out a mewl in the direction which he thought his mother was. No reply was made. The reindeer stirred more and more as the wind knocked them around, the snow blinding them and the doors to the barn slammed open and shut. More sounds rose and the screams grew louder.
The herd began jumping around, slamming into others in an attempt to get away from the storm. The young bull got a hoof straight to the head, being so short and close to other's hooves. Instantly, it was lights out.
When the bull awoke once more, he was still in the barn. Something was.. different this time. Something was wrong, very wrong.
He lifted his head, glancing around the barn with weary eyes. There was no snow, and the wooden slats remained intact. He shifted his legs, pulling himself up only to see that he was completely and utterly alone.
There was no sound in the air. The calf tentatively took a step forward, the crunch of the straw under his hoof seeming to haunt the entire barn with its eerie snap. He continued onward to the barn door, nudging it open slowly with the edge of his snout. It made such a creak that, in normal circumstances, he would be scared. Instead it only made the silence less drastic.
Outside looked much like summers did in Oymyakon. The ground was wet with melted snow, pools and puddles around every corner. But something still seemed irregular to the calf. There were no people bustling about the farm, or people in gardens trying to grow something in the short summer season. In fact, in every direction, there was not a person nor animal to be seen anywhere in the small town.
Carefully he stepped out of the barn, his hooves now squishing on the mud road between the barn and the road to town. The calf trudged forward to the road before clicking his way into town.
The thing was, there was no town. Where there once was small fishing and game shops and various houses was now.. nothing. All that was left was the road, not even the paths to the houses seemed to remain. The calf's head tilted in confusion, before he continued walking.
The silence was absolutely killing the calf. He was so used to being around the noisiest, rowdiest reindeer that any of the reindeer breeders had. The sudden silence was nothing that he was used to, and it seemed to crawl and slither underneath his skin like a colony or spiders. Or, perhaps, one thousand centimeter-long centipedes.
All of a sudden, there wasn't a road anymore. A light flashed and everything became a light shade of slate grey. Everything is still and quiet.
It's up to you to decide. Was he dreaming, or was it something worse?
Last edited by
jumu on Thu Jul 21, 2016 2:19 pm, edited 3 times in total.
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