{Open} damn cold

[dyrius]

No matter where she lived, how she lived, or what she decided to do in her life. There was always one thing that stayed the same regardless. She hated the cold. Even during the days when she had lived with her herd and was considered to be one of them she had despised it. The snow, of course, never helped in the slightest. But, it was times like this that the centaur was truly thankful for the clothes of the two-leggers. Being raised in the environment that she had been in, centaurs wore hardly any clothing. The males wore absolutely nothing as did the foals, and only the women who belonged to a male ever wore anything to cover up. Besides such things they had never worn anything, but in such a society that the witches and wizards had created it was absolutely mandatory for her to wear cloth over her as to be acceptable. She had never completely minded it, having always worn simply, light tops that would be considered as the bare minimum.

But, as the days had grown colder and the snows had come in, Dyrius had to retreat to much heavier, thicker shirts. She wasn't complaining, though, as the cloth kept her warm. Her flesh was no longer exposed to the biting chills of the wind or snow, though it was a bit of a nuisance when it came to her pelt. Her backside was always damp and wet from the snow that would melt into her coat, becoming very uncomfortable. And, it was in that moment that the centaur was attempting to find a way to keep the snow from melting into her pelt. For the time being she was simply trying to dry her coat which was proving to be rather difficult. With a frown creasing her lips and brow, Dyrius' tail flicked with irritation as her muscles tense, trembling for a moment to shake off what snow had fallen on her from her time in the forest. Damn snow. Damn cold..

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