Ice Ice Skadi Aug 2, 2019 16:26:53 GMT -5
Post by Qiáo Shēngxiào on Aug 2, 2019 16:26:53 GMT -5
Qiao stood at the entrance wrapped up layers in an attempt to keep the cold out, he had on two shirts, a jacket, a pair of shorts, with a pair of long pants underneath. He still shivered as the frosty power of the region invaded his bones.The cold assailing his bones any moment the wind blew. As if jack frost was punching him in the gut instead of nipping his nose. He looked around at the wintry tundra around, it was pretty desolate and normally Qiao could sense people coming from miles away in an open air place like this. The ice and snow of the land was throwing his sensory abilities off more than usual.
“I swear to whatever deities we have in Clover. If Bucket does not get here soon I will clothesline him. Then I will drag his unconscious body upside down and paddle him. Keeping me waiting in this frozen tundra of hell. I am a delicate flower and cannot afford frostbite, or something even far worse, permanently chapped lips.”
His annoyance with waiting was growing as the seconds ticked on and he started feeling colder. He only had thoughts of dishing out small tortures to warm his hear and increase his blood flow. Earlier during the week he agreed to come back with an acquaintance of sorts. They were going to tackle the dungeon together as soon as he finished some training or something. Qiao was distracted when the man was talking and could not bring himself to listen. Just remembering the time and location. The fact that Qiao made it on time was more of a testament to how interested he was in coming back. The wolves last time were a bunch pushovers and Qiao doubted that more wolves could just pop out of the same dungeon. So if the first batch of guardians were dead. What could keep Qiao and the rest from going deeper sooner.