Ahote made way up the mountain, boots sinking into the fresh layer of glistening wet snow and ambled onward, footprints destined to be masked by new layers of snow in only a few hours, as Mt. Hakobe had been known for its frequent snow showers. But a mountain was a mountain, and trips up and down the landscape seemed like a hike to others, and came with it the strain of one. But Ahote had adapted, and treated it like streets from one area to another, streets he wished not to know so well. Everything was dreadfully gloomy and nothing ever seemed to changed. But this day, of all days, had proven different from the rest, for he had with him a friend. Theo Calathes.
Up the mountain he and Theo hiked, and soon the two pairs of colorful and almond-like eyes would behold the massive, stone fortress that would lie in silence on the peak of Mt. Hakobe and would reflect all ice that covered it and all the dread contained within. Yes, his home, the Basilisk Fang's fortress.
Hastily, with a face reddened from the chilly winds, Ahote made way to the large gates that kept them beyond the fortress, groped about his pants pockets, and quietly pushed it open after the click of a key twisting in its large keyholes. He turned to face Theo with a scrunched countenance, as if the thought and uncertainty he held deep within weighed on his expression, "Lets go, we'll freeze if we stay put any longer." Ahote jeered, leisurely slipping into the grounds beyond the gates, through the doors, and into the structure.
The raven haired youth stepped into the dark, cold space with the unusual warmth of a fire in the nearby tavern. He leaned back with a chest full of air before jerking forward with a large, heavy breath, sucking in the cold air like a long, satisfying drink. He raised his feet to his raise, where metal and fleshy fingers would greet them foot-by-foot, slipping his boots off and flicking them to the side followed by the unzipping of his thick woolen jacket, but not taking it off.
Ahote lumbered deeper into the dim space ahead, unsure of whether to move forward or to welcome his companion to his home. He found himself quite flustered between proper etiquette when inviting others over, as he never had anyone to invite, and the people who would come inside like such came for very different reasons. His cherry flushed nose twitched and body twisted to face Theo, "So. . . this is my home." he began awkwardly, uncertain of what he should sound like. It was, after all, the most normal introduction of his home he's ever done. Still, his wet eyes twinkled with a restlessness he had never experienced before, that akin to excitement, and was eager to fulfill his word of preparing good food for the man.
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