You sigh, rubbing your hands together as you crunch through the snow. If it was warmer, you'd be swimming in the ocean rather than walking on ice. But that makes me want to go to Hawaii, you tell yourself, pushing the thought of swimming out of your head as you continue.

Eventually, it begins to snow lightly. You grumble and sit down on the ice, wishing you had taken a friend with you on the journey.

Your eyes widen as you see - hoofprints? What sort of horse walked in the Arctic? There was also a long track in the snow. What on earth is the poor creature dragging along? you ask yourself.

It stops snowing, but you don't notice as you follow the tracks. You just want to see what it is that's going wherever it's going.

A slight crunching causes you to look up, and you see something walking towards you through the snow. As it comes closer, you notice that it appears to be a horse - until you see its tail, which was fish-like. Its fur was brown, and its mane was a bright red, as were part of its legs.

You find yourself shouting, "Whoa!" as you try to pull out your camera. It looks like it froze in the cold. Silly you.

The horse-fish calls to you, opening her blue muzzle. But you can't hear what she's saying. The wind had picked up and is now whipping around you coldly.

Eventually you can hear her say, "Follow me!" Because it's your only option besides freezing to death, you follow her.

She leads you to a small cave, made out of ice. You follow her inside, where it's surprisingly very warm. "So," the horse-fish says, "what are you doing out here in this sort of weather?" Her green eyes study you coolly.

You shrug. "I wanted to explore." You decided not to mention how your friends had told you not to.

Sighing, she says, "This means I'll have to feed you or something to keep you quiet, right? I hear you humans get surprised when you see a non-human talking." Her left ear flicks, and you notice a tropical flower nestled behind it. Strangely, it seems that it's still alive.

You rub your hands again, removing your mittens to try and warm them better. "What's your name?" you ask, trying to be casual.

It's her turn to shrug. "Reclusively," she said. "My mother named me, as I hear your kind do.".

."That's right," you say.

."But what's your name, visitor?" Reclusively asks, flicking her tail.

You answer, "I'm guest.".

Reclusively looks out the entrance of the cave, and you notice an inukshuk tied to her tail. "I suppose you'll be here for a while," she says. "So I'll tell you a thing or two about myself.".

Stats

Name: Reclusively
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Species: Peophin
Birthplace: Arctic
Current Home: None (she travels)
Love: Yes
Eyes: Green
Mane: Red
Accessories: An inukshuk from her mother, as well as a tropical flower.

Likes/Dislikes

[♥] travelling [♥] inukshuks [♥] growing flowers [♥] meeting others [♥] moonlight [♥] Zoah

[x] confinement [x] boredom [x] cruel people [x] being alone [x] storms [x] ropes

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