Post by Curbita on Aug 20, 2020 20:13:02 GMT -6
Burr, the cold nipped at Curbita's face while she breathed into her gloves, something she stole from a clothesline many villages ago as she walked.
Her armor she was given by the Frost-Seijins did nothing to help with the freezing temperatures of this planet, and despite all of the fur surrounding her body at spots, she was virtually unprotected by it all. The little bit of extra clothes she was able to snatch from houses here and there helped, but the combination of red alien battle armor, green gloves, a blue scarf, as well as a small, but fluffy pink hat made her a walking road sign for people to gawk at, the pedestrians nearby giggling as she walked past, up to her knees in snow through most of her journey. It was to the point where at some moments, she could hardly feel the tips of her toes.
Having arrived at a smaller town, consisting of essentially two roads surrounded by a collection of buildings and people Curby managed herself to get to a small oven on the outside of a building, warming up to the heat while she smelled the flavors of food in the air. Bread, meat products of many spices, and the succulent scent of strong, intense alcohol.
She knew well she could not afford any of these goods, lacking any funds in this foreign world, completely unaware of what they passed on as currency, and strongly understood they would not accept trade as many worlds do. However, as the smells captured her attention, so did one in particular.
The strong, chocolaty flavor that filled her alien nose hit her with wonderful memories of her childhood, and the beetroots she grew in her garden back home which would excrete a brown liquid that smelled the exact same.
Curbita pushed the memory aside and followed the smell as she tried to hide her tail from the locals. She would make her way into the store looking around at the platters and baskets of goods for sale. Her mind wandering at everything available, both remembering her constant desire for sweets as a child, but her current hunger as well. It was like being a thirsty man drowning and she hated it. She was just about to leave the building and go to try and steal some food from the local butcher, when her heightened smell picked up something alive nearby, as if maybe the person who owned this place was here currently.
"Um, hello? Is anyone here?"
Her armor she was given by the Frost-Seijins did nothing to help with the freezing temperatures of this planet, and despite all of the fur surrounding her body at spots, she was virtually unprotected by it all. The little bit of extra clothes she was able to snatch from houses here and there helped, but the combination of red alien battle armor, green gloves, a blue scarf, as well as a small, but fluffy pink hat made her a walking road sign for people to gawk at, the pedestrians nearby giggling as she walked past, up to her knees in snow through most of her journey. It was to the point where at some moments, she could hardly feel the tips of her toes.
Having arrived at a smaller town, consisting of essentially two roads surrounded by a collection of buildings and people Curby managed herself to get to a small oven on the outside of a building, warming up to the heat while she smelled the flavors of food in the air. Bread, meat products of many spices, and the succulent scent of strong, intense alcohol.
She knew well she could not afford any of these goods, lacking any funds in this foreign world, completely unaware of what they passed on as currency, and strongly understood they would not accept trade as many worlds do. However, as the smells captured her attention, so did one in particular.
The strong, chocolaty flavor that filled her alien nose hit her with wonderful memories of her childhood, and the beetroots she grew in her garden back home which would excrete a brown liquid that smelled the exact same.
Curbita pushed the memory aside and followed the smell as she tried to hide her tail from the locals. She would make her way into the store looking around at the platters and baskets of goods for sale. Her mind wandering at everything available, both remembering her constant desire for sweets as a child, but her current hunger as well. It was like being a thirsty man drowning and she hated it. She was just about to leave the building and go to try and steal some food from the local butcher, when her heightened smell picked up something alive nearby, as if maybe the person who owned this place was here currently.
"Um, hello? Is anyone here?"