#prisocs

The winter had set in heavy this time of year. The first snow fall had blanketed the ground in a strange white cold. The confused young cat had never seen anything like it. While the sight was beautiful, the freezing temperature was less then pleasant. What was worse is that his stuff near buried him as he took one step outside of the boat house. This cold, this white fluffy cold --he didn't like it. Though, as hours past it was clear to him this stuff wasn’t going anywhere. Uncomfortable and shivering, Duck did all he could thrive around the frozen lake, but that eventually grew difficult as the lake steadily froze over. It had left Duck with little other options. His main food source had been covered in a sheet of ice, and any small animals had seemed to have disappeared. If he wanted to survive, he needed to leave the place he had called home since he had been born. Since his family flew off and had left him alone. Uneasy, but starving beyond belief, he set out to find a warm place to settle, and hopefully something to eat. 

He had been standing near the ‘attraction’ for a while now. At least a few minutes had gone by since. He wasn’t sure how to approach this, since the nagas appeared so hungry they were turning feral. Taking in a deep breath and deciding to just go for it, he approached the bars and tried to look friendly. “Hey. Are these bars just metal?” 

Goddess, why did he have to be tall? Struggling to even reach him on a table, she decided to climb on him instead. “C’mere handsome.” Giggling, she pecked him quickly.

Izaic wasn’t quite sure what just happened. He was walking through the forest, looking at his surroundings for a place to rest. His foot snagged on something and he was hanging in the air soon after. It didn’t take him long though to realize. This was a trap, so he assumed there had to be a hunter nearby that could hear him. At least hoped. These were typically designed to catch animals by the necks and choke them to death. Though his neck wasn’t the one caught, the vine wrapped around his foot was starting to chafe. “Hello?” Izaic called out amongst the trees. 

So Devon took in a deep breath, walking up to the stranger as he buried his hands in his pockets and fidgeted with a loose string on the inside. “H... Hey, um. Is there any chance you’ve, uh, seen a pair of earbuds lying around somewhere nearby? Maybe?”

“Be quiet you snake! Cute or not I will fight you.”