Let it Snow (RP with Vork)
"Yes, a little unusual." The creeper replied in that same injured croak despite his efforts to sound cheerful. "At least, I haven’t seen another mob like me before." Det commented with a bit of despair. His words had reminded him of his loneliness as a species. No one to just be a blazing creeper with he thought to himself. The thought passed as it had many times before, but not without a trace.
"My name is Det. I’m a creeper-blaze… or a blaze-creeper. I’m not sure which." He managed to crack a smile, a small one, but a smile nonetheless. "I’m wandering the world trying to find someone who might be able to help me figure out, though." Det’s grin widened with embarrassment as he turned to look into the pleasant flames. They reflected in his black eyes like flickering pupils. "I must not be doing a very good job, though. I keep getting into trouble one way or another. I’m like a bad luck magnet."
Det turned back to Vork. “Then again, you came along, so maybe it’s not so bad.” He scooted nearer to the flames, Det’s bottom making a subdued scraping sound as the creeper tugged himself by his front legs. The feet one normally expected on a creeper were not there, instead replaced with large chitinous claws like an insect. He looked quizzically at Vork.
"Why were you out here in the cold anyways?"
"Like I said, hunting for food. " Vork replied once again, now staring at the exit as he holded tightly the bow, just to feel a little more safer knowing he was prepared. Seeing the snowstorm is getting a litte stronger, but soon he knew it would soon get better.
"Winter is the worst season for hunting, these animals camouflage better. " Vork commented, about some animals which changes their fur color in the winter.
Let it Snow (RP with Vork)
Det felt a surge of fear course through him as the wolf’s skull turned to face him with violet eyes seeming to hover in complete blackness within the empty sockets. What traces of unconsciousness that still existed in Det’s body fled him like shadows before light. The creeper knew of stories that told of death and how he came wearing a skull instead of a face. His blaze rods twitched their points towards the enderman like a spider raising it’s legs to frighten off foes.
But then Vork spoke: "You’re finally awake then." Det’s fears melted away slowly, but entirely as he began to notice the signs. No, he was not dead. The creeper had to stifle a laugh of relief at that. Of course he wasn’t dead. Who would have built a fire for a dead creeper? Why was he in this cave and not wandering the wastes as a frozen ghost? Because he wasn’t dead!
"You saved me!" He exclaimed after Vork finished speaking. He beamed with delight. "I-" the creeper stood up too quickly in his preparation to thank the enderman and returned to the ground as fast as a sinking stone, squinting his eyes shut and gritting his teeth as the wound on his head reminded Det of it’s presence. All of the excitement and gratitude that he had felt at being alive being crushed all at once by the splitting head-pain.
"Owww." He moaned, the fatigue and lure of sleep returning to him as a beacon of liberation from his pain and his cold. Det’s lethargy came through in his voice.
Once the bout of pain was over he looked up with bleary eyes as dark as night at the enderman. “Thank you,” Det croaked out.
"Who are you, though?"
"Careful, you are still wounded. " He said as the creeper stood up too quickly. "I wish I had something to help your wounds close, but its in my home. So the best you can do is rest. "
After Det asked who he was, he faced to him again. ” Im Vork, I was hunting for food when I found you. You’re quite the unusual one. ” He said mentioning the blaze rods and the other few Blaze features. ” And you are? “
SikFox;; For Arth, cause I like to make him squee. This follows the other AU art post previous to this one.
(( *SCREAMING* ))
The creeper’s shell was chilly on the exterior, and more than a little slippery. The snow around it had melted and coated the mob in a chilly layer of condensation. The blaze rods were in a similar condition but did not remain so for very long. They gave off a pleasant heat that melted away the cold on them and the cold in Vork’s hands when he clutched them. A rather unpleasant bump had formed on the side of the mob’s head that would have made a less-hardened witness of the wound cringe even with the swelling slowed by the frigid weather.
The trudge to the cave was uninterrupted, save for the creeper’s shivering.
Icicles hung from the cave’s edges like crystalline teeth. The cave’s opening yawned like a menacing set of jaws but the shelter that it promised was too inviting and too necessary to pass up. By the time the fire was kindled the snow was falling in giant, spiteful flakes as though nature were taking it’s revenge on Vork for stealing it’s claim on Det’s life.
It would be another half an hour before the creeper stirred. The blaze rods being the first to indicate life as they started to skip and shudder into the air forming a circle behind the creeper’s back. A few of the cylinders hovered at regular intervals off the circle like the markings on a clock. Det groaned and opened his eyes lethargically, scooting his legs to try and earn a purchase on the ground with which to stand.
"What happened?" He mused aloud in a quiet, raspy voice, not yet noticing Vork standing sentry at the cave mouth.
Vork remained quiet as he guarded the exit, but then as Det woke up from his slumber, the endermen turned looking at the hybrid. His face hiding behind a wolf’sskull as he looked through it with his purple eyes.
"You’re finally awake then. " The endermen said, facing now the exit once again. "You almost died down there, " Vork continued, mentioning the bottom of the hill. "So, I had to make a decision, let you die as a victim of the nature or save you. " He completed, knowing that he didnt had to explain what happened next.
Snow covered the ground in a clean powdery blanket. It shone with a blinding light, attempting to reflect the noon sun hanging in the sky which had done nothing to quell the hard bite of the still, dry air despite how cloudless the sky was.
A set of circular tracks followed behind Det as he strode across the tundra with a smile on his face, breath misting before him and with his eyes squinted against the oppressive sheen of white that crunched under his feet with every step. The creeper crested a hill, hoping for a sign of food to reveal itself when he reached it’s peak but seeing none once there. The blanket of snow was as barren of foliage as the blankets on a bed and Det’s smile fell.
"At least I’ll never go thirsty." He exclaimed, trying to cheer himself up as he resumed his trek. Det’s smile returned as he desperately thought of all the good things about the day
It’s very pretty out! For a tundra this one isn’t so cold! I’ve been through worse, haven’t I? I’ll surely make it through this!
but it did not return with the old fervor it had when he was certain he would find food over the next hill. The creeper’s stomach growled, pulling him back down to reality and the harsh realization that he might die out here if he didn’t find a meal soon.
Det quickened his pace, scuttling over the next hill and slipping on an icy patch of stone. He gave a short cry and tumbled down the slope like a log. The creeper’s head struck another stone and the bright tundra flashed and winked out. The blaze rods fell, strewn about the snow haphazardly like toys in a child’s bedroom. Det rested at the bottom of the rise, unconscious.
Vork was walking through the snowy biome, searching aswell for food. The endermen was using a warmer armor, made of wolf pelt which protected himself from the deadly cold from the biome. Holding a bow in one hand and a lighted torch in the other, which helped him to see where he stepped, and also helping him to find tracks of wild animals.
As he reached nearest hill, Vork looked around trying to see if he was lucky today. Well, not very lucky, but as soon he looked down the hill, he saw a strange creeper lying over the snow, slowly being covered by it.
Should he help or should he let nature go to its course? Vork asked himself as he looked at it. But then the decision was made, help it and search for a place to stay until the snow stops.
Vork slid hill bellow until it reached the creeper, he saw blaze rods close from it. Perharps he was one of those hybrids or he just collected blaze rods, but he didnt wanted to think about it. The endermen carried both blaze rods and the creeper on his back, carrying him as he searched for a cave to stay.
After a few moments, he finds a small cave. Hopefully no one lived there, the endermen thought as he placed the creeper and its rods in a spot of the cave. Vork then took some wood which he stored in a bag on his back close from his quiver. He placed the wood over the ground to make a campfire close from the creeper, using his torch to light it, then throwing the torch at the campfire afterwards.
As everything was prepared, he stayed close from the campfire but facing to the exit as he holded his bow and an arrow in a guard position.
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