(Pg-14, please have good grammar, o/o most likely)
Thomas White is a fairly world-wide known journalist who usually publishes in an international nature magazine, although he has published a few books about his research during his travels to frigid areas like Russia and Alaska in winter. He studies the plants, the trees, and some of the wildlife with his trained dog by his side. But during one of his missions in Alaska, he suffers an accident which renders him unable to walk or cry out for help, and he passes out in the snow. His dog, Siberia, runs to the nearest town in search of help.
(Your character) lives in a town in Alaska close to the wilderness. While (your character) is outside, a dog comes running up to you and seems to want you to follow him out into the woods…
Will it be romance? Friendship? That’s up to you, Thomas White just needs help to keep from freezing to death. Their relationship can grow from their.
Yah! Would you like a template for character biographies? Would we could just start and learn about them through the story
I’m good either way
I kind of like just jumling without a template. Is this gay or striaght?
Oke doke, and it can be either one. It depends on the character you’d like to use since I don’t have a set sexuality for Thomas (yet)
I’ll write the starter/set the scene, one sec
Thomas’ breath billowed around him as he trudged through the snow in an Alaskan winter. Siberia, Thomas’ Northern Inuit dog trailed behind him with relative ease through the snow, seeming not to mind the cold as much as his frigid owner.
Thomas looked over to his companion, his face flushed red from the cold, and his lips threatening blue, “Almost back to camp, Sib.” He paused to catch his breath and sat down in the snow, pulling out a notebook from his bag. He flipped through the pages to his latest notes and used a gloved finger to read over the research. He’d written about the plants that survived, even thrived in winter. It was all so intriguing, and interesting enough to keep him distracted from the shivering and the fatigue.
Thomas swiped his tongue over his chapped lips. With the help of his dog, he pushed himself up out of the snow to continue walking.
The falling snow gradually began swirling around him, “Shit..” he cursed, identifying the storm. He’d have to find his camp sooner rather than later.
He walked faster as the snow began to cloud his vision, and he reached over to grab Siberia’s collar. The very last thing he wanted to happen was to lose his beloved dog in a stupid snow storm. He took longer and longer paces to go as fast as he could.
The next step he took collapsed beneath him. He heard a crack, and an explosion of pain shivered from his leg up into his ears. Gravity pulled him down the rugged hill, down to just outside of his camp. But Thomas wouldn’t know that as his world slowly faded into darkness .
Siberia licked his owner’s face as wildly as he could, but when there was no response, she took a couple steps back with a whine. The storm had stopped now, and Siberia had down her best to keep him warm since. Thomas wasn’t going to wake up soon, so she had to go get help.
She turned to run out of the forest with her nose close to the ground to smell her way to the town. All the snow made it difficult.
Eventually Siberia made it to the town and ran to the closest human she could find.
Avery was bundled up in her warm clothes, a scarf over her mouth and thick gloves. A storm was coming in and she had to finish tying eveything down so nothing would blow away. She lowered the scarf from her mouth and nose, her breath coning out in puffs of cold air. She could see her breath in the air. She turned to the trees, lookijg for how close the storm was getting. She lived on the outskirts of town, at the edge of the forest. It's where she perfered. It used to be her father's home, the one he built for her mother.
Avery was just about to head inside when she heard something. She turned her head, using her hand to block away the harsh winds from her eyes. It couldn't be…but it was. A dog was running towards her. She walkes forawrd and held out her hand.
"Well hello there, what are you doing out in this storm huh?" She asked, looking around. She noticed a collar. "Where's your owner girl?"
The dog barked incessantly and jumped up onto Avery. She jumped back down and ran away towards the wilderness, then stopped and looked back. She barked again, wagging her tail, her ears high and alert.
Avery stood at full height, a measly 5'2. She tooka few steps towards the woods. "Is your owner stuck out in the storm? Shit." She looked around, looking for any signs of more help but there was nothing. She ran to her truck. "Come girl, show me where."
The dog continued to bark and run off a few bounds before stopping to make sure she was still following. When she was certain that the nice lady would keep following, the dog took off running in the direction of her debilitated owner.
Avery started the truck quickly and put it in drive. She went as fast as she was able in the storm and the uneven forrest. It was hard to see through the blizzard coming in. They had to hurry if they were going to make it home before it got worse.
The dog sprinted into the woods and down the path for a few miles through the wilderness. Then, at last, the dog stopped at a seemingly abandoned camp with a raggedy tent and fire pit half covered in snow.
She stopped at a body face down in the snow just beside the camp and started tugging at their coat sleeve.
A blotch of blood had pooled around their leg, soaking from the ripped boot into the snow.
Avery parked her truck and got out quickly. She ran to the body half hidden in the snow. Sje grabbed him and grabbed gim to her truck. She could assess his injuries when they were safe in her cabin. It was difficult to pull him into her truck, he was heavy. But she managed. "Come on girl, get in." After the dog got into the truck she turned around and sped off back home.
The man’s exposed skin was almost blue, especially his lips. He sat limply in his seat, lolling about with every jolt the truck made.
The dog sat on the truck floor in front of the man, licking his fingers in hopes of warming him—it didn’t help too much.
The man’s hat had fallen off in the snow, revealing a head of ginger hair, which was dripping with frost.
Avery pulled up to her house. The storm had caught up to them. Its was starting to come in hard. She got out of the truck and grabbed him quickly. She pulled him into the house and set him down on the couch. She ran to the kitchen and grabbed down scissors. She cut his cold, wet clothes off, leaving him in his underwear. She lit the fireplace and turned up the heat in the house. She grabbed some blankets and placed it on top of him.
The dog leapt up onto the couch on top of his owner and settled down onto his legs.
The sudden jerk of pain jolted the man awake. He didn’t say or do much, only grunted in annoyance and let his eyelids drift down halfway. He took slow, shallow breaths through his runny, very red nose.
Avery noticed the man waking. She nelt by his side, a warm, wet cloth in her hand. She gently pressed ut to his forehead, dabbing. "Careful now. You might hurt yourself even more. You're going to have to stick it out here till the storm lifts and I can get you to a hospital."
The man stared at her through crusted eyes, only barely able to see what she looked like. What was she saying..? He registered everything so slowly—oh, she was talking about taking him to the hospital. Something about the storm. His dog was laying on his leg; something happened to his leg, it should hurt.
The man lifted a hand to his forehead where she’d put the cloth, but it felt like all of his motions were underwater, even his thoughts. It was all so slow, but at least it was getting warmer.
Siberia looked over at Avery. With her tail thumping against the couch cushion, it was almost like she said thank you.
Avery lifted the blanket so she could inspect his leg. It stuck out at an odd angle. She didn't know how to set it, she wasn't a doctor. She would probably do more damage then good if she tried to set it. The best thing she could do was to just make him as comfortable as possible until he could get some help. She lowered the blanket and turned to face the man again. She place the back kf her hand on his cheek. "If you need anything let me know alright. We're stuck here until the storm dies down." She said then stood. She needed to call the hospital, find out what she could do until they could send help.
The man made a small grunt in response and closed his eyes again, hopefully to fall asleep. But unfortunately, sleep didn’t come. He didn’t know how long he’d had his eyes closed when he felt better enough to open his eyes all the way. Siberia must have jumped off sometime around then. His mind was still foggy as his movement’s were still lethargic, but he found himself more interested in where he was.
Avery spoke on the phone with the hospital with what seemed forever. They asked her in detail of his symptoms. They asled where she had found him, what he was doing, where they were now. Then they walled her through what to do with him, how to care for him until the storm had died down enough for help to be sent. Most of what the person told her she had already done. Removed his clothing, covered him with a blanket, slowly increasing the temperature in the house. She was warned not to place direct heat such as a heating pad or a hot bath. It would do further harm to him. Avery hung up the phone and moved to the man's side once more. "Can you tell me your name?" Sje asked him gently.
Thomas groaned a little bit, but as he gained consciousness, he decided to try and speak, “Thomas..”
Siberia sat beside him on the ground, wagging her tail at the sound of his voice.
