Darkness, he wasn't unused to- but the cold? He loathed it. He hated the way it made his skin dry and ache, and even crack sometimes. And to be forced to wear so many layers of clothing- just a hassle. And he hated extra, unnecessary burdens.
But could he recall that? Could he really know what had transpired or what he had already known? For even when he awoke to a white washed world of snow, shivering with blue lips, he immediately felt an absolute annoyance flood like a fire through his veins. But he only had sensations, for his mind was muddled, and though he tried to desperately seek out an answer within his head-
No matter how much he tried, only flashes of things, objects, beasts that made no sense, had come to him..
One even, in his mind, coming after him.
He shook it off in a hurry, and glanced around, teeth chattering as delicate flakes of snow began to fall.
The cold. I hate the cold. Why is it so cold?
He sat up with a start, his entire body trembling as he rested a hand down into the cold, wet substance. Jerking his hand back, he looked at the melting ice crystals on his bare fingers and his eyes widened even more. He recalled the snow, some laughter- like the tinkling, fading echo of a bell, and also the same feeling he was over whelmed with now.
He grit his teeth and continued to look around, and though he didnt' wish to touch it, he had to, and used both of his ungloved hands to push himself to his feet. But he did so rather quickly, and his shoes were ill equipped for the slippery, thick wet snow, and soon his arms were pinwheeling, and he, slipping back- and he gave a shout and groped onto the nearest tree, but only was able to grab onto some of the lower branches which could hardly support his weight.
In a snap, he went down, and so did hte branches- and also, a small avalanche of snow.
And as he lay there, almost completely buried within the snow that had once been decked in the tree, he froze up, sensing intense hatred along with the intense cold before panicking, he began to kick wildly to break free- and in doing so- he heard a yelp.
His memories rushed back to him- the blackness..
a beast...
And as the snow fell away as the man scrambled to get to his feet, he saw the beast from the flash before him and gave a yell, scooping up a nearby broken tree limb that was almost double his size, but five times as thin, and held it out defensively, while the dog, who was shaking off his head from the kick. Turned to glance over at the snow covered man with a curious tilt of his head.
And then he barked, and Ehvren- or so he thought was his name to be, gave a shout and stumbled backwards over his own boots- and onto his ass into the snow he went, the large tree branch in his hands whacking off yet another tree-
and showeirng him in a second bath of cold, clumps of powdery white snow.