Chapter 1: What is It?
This is being of life you can't see. You can't touch it, but can touch you. The smell of it is not common in other traits. For that it makes it own smell. Of warning; that it will soon become harsher and deadly. To where it will immobile one self, to fight it off.
But for something, that is a distance friend of death. Why do those who live in it, call it such a kind name?
Snow.
Ice.
Slush.
Sleet.
Hail.
Blizzard.
Flurry?
The youths of life, have no clue of what the wise ones do. Of how something like this can be so deadly and yet, a joy.
Taking away one's spirit from those, who find out the truth far from reaching adulthood.
Preying on the ones, who should never meet that fate.
"What a heave storm this is becoming, Da." A young man spoke out, walking in a knee-high blanket of cold white.
His dark blues almost purple eyes shut to slits when the snow started to pick up as the gentle breeze became bustier. Hoping that his slim tone arms, didn't drop any of the bags of food he was taking home.
After what seemed like forever, he finally made it back. Stopping to place the bags down and look for his keys. It was within that moment he heard something.
Mews and coos?
It was coming from the shrubs that line against his house's walls. Walking down the short steps and moved over to the shrubs. Brushing away snow and branches. Upon finding a small feline that maybe was a few weeks old at the most.
"Poor thing."
Reaching for it and rushing to get it inside.
"Sure hope Isen doesn't mind sharing a bed, Da?" Rushing a few fingers through the light cream color fur to rid of snow and frost.
"Oh, Mr. Braginsky, your back?" Said a small shaking servant when he walked in.
"Yes, Raivis, will you do me a favor and take care of this." Holding out his gloved hand to the young lad. "And then put him to rest in Isen's bed, please."
"Are you sure that's a good idea, sir?"
"Isen will just have to deal with it." With a shrugged of his shoulders and left it at that.
Raivis did as he was told by his boss, hearing not far out of ear shot, from the other workers that lived in this mansion putting away groceries. Already hearing the compels of the loads of vodka that must have been found in one of many bags he brought home.
"Mr. Braginsky never learns."
Then his eyes went to the small kitten. Weird to the young lab that his master had taken in something. Something good must have happened at work for him to be in such good of a mood. But sadly, a sudden thing can really change that.
"You're a lucky little guy." Placing the kitten down in a large cat bed, near the fireplace of the living-room area. Soon leaving, to go get something for the kitten to eat and first aid kit, to make sure that the little kitty was hurt or anything like that.
Unaware of the danger, Raivis had set for the poor new breath of life.