@feareborn SAID: "i'm making hot cocoa. you want one?" // also one of the winter ones just for fun

Mephiles’ arms are folded tightly against his chest, unamused with his current predicament. If there’s one thing he despises, it’s parties. So he sits in his corner, though very much watched. Eyes turn to the source of the voice, and he squints, as if giving the other pause to realize what he’s just asked. He looks away, though he has no mouth to scowl, it’s very much evident.

"A satisfactory idea on the surface, but why waste time and body on such poor meat?" // LAST THING WE NEED IS TWO INTERACTING STOP IT YOU TWO

 ❝ Well that's depressing. ❞

Float doesn't feel like arguing with the other right now, the masked jackal seemed to be in a bad mood.

@feareborn SAID: "You’re my favorite parasite… No wait, ringworm’s my favorite parasite, you’re my second-favorite parasite…" // either skyrim / fantasy or otherwise!

@feareborn

Well  ,   that  was  somewhat  close  to  beliefs  he'd  agree  with  .   Endings  are  a  part  of  every  natural  course  ,   teachers  of  the  value  of  everyone  &   everything  that  still  stands  alongside  him  in  the  fleeting  present  .   But  to  be  a  defining  rule  of  what's  good  &   what's  not  —  ?    It  didn't  sound  laughable  . 

Or  maybe  he  simply  wasn't  a  fan  of  the  jackal's  self-sabotaging  sense  of  humor  .   

SNOW WAS A DOUBLE SIDED SWORD TO HUNT IN. It tended to dull the scent-- - though unlike the rest of the Jackal Squad, he was still able to catch it. However, it also meant unless the target was built for // OR PREPARRED // they also slowed down... not to mention most got comfortable with the assumption they wouldn't be trailed in such conditions. EVIDENCE FOUNDS SHOWED THE LATTER. They were getting close.

HALTED WHEN COLD IMPACTED THE SIDE OF SHOULDER. Clumps sticking to tufts of fur, other flakes falling down. Head whipped in attention // SWORD RAISED // only to fall upon the blue colored youth. Scrutinizing, seconds collecting upon one another... until lowering weapon and turning attention away in slight. “&– - Run along, I have no time for childish antics.” Any time wasted was more time for target to get away.

was really rare that sonic ventured this far out into the ice caps. he usually didn't particularly enjoy snow - at least, never to this capacity. bit hard to run in compact snow because it wouldn't break up properly, or his feet'd sink in the thickness of it all. still, sonic was ever up for a challenge, and the only way to learn was to do. or so he'd learned! & that was why, on this particularly chilly evening, sonic had been running around in the snow. destination? none really, he was just sorta doing laps until his feet, shoes and legs had acclimated to the weather and the conditions.

it'd make the search for ivo all the easier, after all. who knew where the 'good' doctor had ended up, he might be holed up in one'a the nearby caves, for all sonic knew!! tch, what a jerk~. sonic sighed, the sound equally as wistful as it was frustrated. they hadn't seen or heard anything from ivo robotnik in a few years now. given he was only 17, that shouldn't bother sonic terribly much, but it always did. the memory of ivo robotnik left what felt like a gaping hole in his chest and not the fun, painful kind.

maybe that was why, when sonic finally spotted somebody else in these winterlands, that he jumped at the chance to distract himself. after all, the pain couldn't hurt him if he didn't think about it. so, thoughtlessly yet with purpose, sonic had rolled up a snowball and tossed it toward the jackal mobian. his target - naturally - hit it's mark. & sonic was about to turn tail and hide, but he felt himself rooted to the spot under the jackal's gaze.

from the meme tag

"It's such a waste though. Ending a life. I much prefer breaking them to the precipice of oblivion, then salvaging what remains to power the machine of war." Not that they needed such a thing. His glorious, diabolical, brilliant Doctor had achieved victory.

Sonic defeated, the world falling to his control, bit by bit. Everything belonged to the Empire now. It was fate.

"You're right to wonder at the possibilities, my candid compatriot." The malicious grin on his features never seems to cease, not even now. Though his smile could be likened to one of delight, albeit temporarily. He gestured upward, to the glorious mechanized building around them.