MY FORT

[Senitial Doomplay]

*Walking slowly and quietly inside a large tavern, the otter shivers and holds her icy breath as the wind howled wildly outside. Stepping into the warmth of a brimming fire, the otter shakes her ragged, deep brown fur, snowflakes dissolving in the air. Looking around at her base, the otter grins, nodding her head in enjoyment. She loved ice. Ice loved her. Grabbing a long belt on a wooden table, the otter straps it around her waist, removing her old worn one. Keeping a new ice scimitar and replacing the ice swords with her knife assortment, the otter grins as she sees more technology than she is used to. Walking over to wide screen in the wall, the otter picks up a tazer off the ground. She loved it. Slipping it into a lager pocket on her new belt, the otter scraps off the remains of the snow off her paws. Clawing at her pads, she takes a seat on a soft, velveteen chair, with a low back. Slipping down in the chair, she takes a sip from a flask of hot chocolate she had brought along. Tapping her glass, she puts it onto the tale, and begins planning for any more ideas.*

OCC:My RPing has gotten bad lately..