Blinding Blizzards

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Mordred was shaking. No, he was not shaking from fear. He was shaking from the SHEER COLD. His arms were wrapped around him in attempts of lowering his freezing temperature. His eyes were reduced to mere squints due to the blizzard, causing him to see in blurs. His teeth chattered, feeling breathe escape his throat and appear as a visible fog as it disappeared into the violent evening.

The blizzard raged on, dropping countless bullets of snow upon the unlucky passers-by of Icicle Woods. No one had foreseen this harsh weather, but only few came to the Woods anyways, so it would be expected. The snowy ground grew and grew, inches by inches as it continued to bury the trees and whatever was left upon the unholy grounds. The spindly branches of the trees shook wildly, allowing its eerie rattling to accompany the unnerving roar of the blizzard. It was a picture of terror.

The lone Scraggy continued on, gripping his scarlet hood as it fought against him in order to go with the wind. He refused, tightening his grip on the fabric as he trudged through the thick layer of snow. He had to find shelter or he would be good as dead soon. He'd heard of many stories about the dangers of Icicle Woods, but he never imagined it to be as harsh as it was.

Willpower steeled, his squinting eyes attempted to find a makeshift shelter. A cave, or something similar. Anything to take cover from the weather. If it weren't for the fact he was part Dark Type, he would've been as good as blind right then and there.

Mordred bade the Riolu farewell, saddened how she had to leave so soon. He thought the riolu would accompany him and the sneasel back to Grassveil Town, but it seems as though the fighting pokemon had other matters to attend to. The scraggy didn't mind, though did hope that they'd cross paths once again. The Riolu seemed friendly, maybe even a potential partner in training, or the Guild if she couldn't get the scyther and ralts to join her. He decided he'd ask during their next meeting. Turning his attention back to the task at hand, he walked behind the sneasel, stopping at the edge. Looking out to the familiar lands, he recalled the long trek he had endured to reach the woods. What a waste.

"You know the way Mordred. You lead the way." The ice pokemon said, with its usual cold tone. The scraggy knew that he'd have to get used to it, seeing how it would be a rather long trip before they'd reach the town. But that was the least of his worries. What if the sneasel would kill someone along the way? What if she came to hate the town? What if she came to hate the guild? With so many possible backfires, it almost made him feel sick. He took a deep breath, taking in the cold air in order to calm his anxiety. No no no, it would be fine. Crysel seemed level-headed and reasonable. She would never act in violence... except probably in self-defense. He could probably prevent her from killing any predators if he tried hard enough, Mordred assumed. Yes, this trip was going to be fine, nothing to worry about. The extra help would make the trip less dangerous and maybe even less time consuming, and from the burning urge to return to the safety of Grassveil, he knew he should be happy in this situation... except he really wasn't.

Mordred forced a smile, not wanting to make his companion know of his insecurity. After regaining most of his health and mind, he was beginning to doubt this was a good idea. Or at least, good for his anxiety. But he was ready to head home and finish his task of escorting his new acquaintance. "Alright. Let's go!" He said, making his way out of the Woods. They had a long trip ahead of them- from Pricklemist Hill to Rainfront Town to Serene Caves before finally reaching Grassveil. It was going to be long and tiring and the scraggy hoped to Arceus almighty that he wouldn't be killed during it.