3. Snow begins to fall in thick, heavy flakes. You feel a strong, unbearable need to shelter under the tower. As soon as you lie down, you are beset by powerful sleepiness, and unable to get up.She ran easily across the rocks and the frost, traversing the foreign terrain with an ease born of natural and practiced grace. If she could not run anywhere, then she could not be as good of a hunter as she was. Her mind was already far away from the buck that she had met, memory of him already lost to the wind. She didn't have time for bucks like him, who were both deserving of mockery, but not worth the trouble because their reactions were more boring and amusing than it was worth. If an action could not bring her enjoyment or interest, then there was no point in continuing.
That's why she ran because the tower rising in the distance was unusual and important. She didn't know why yet, but she knew that it had to mean something. Nothing was so strange and out of place without having a special meaning. The MotherFather would not have made it so otherwise. She ran with her eyes roving about, trying to take in everything while also looking ahead to keep herself on track. Occasionally she passed other creatures, but she was still full from her meal. She no longer had interest in hunting them, not when she had a new goal.
Closer and closer it came until she was only a few tail lengths from it. She slowed to stop and gazed up at the tower, bright eyes taking in the tower's strange appearance. It didn't look natural, but it must be. she circled it slowly, warily, as if it were a predator challenging her. Yet, her eyes held the bright glow of interest and single-minded intensity that another kin or creature could never elicit form her unless she was hunting them and even then, she relied more on her body's learned memories and skills than pure intellect. Here, her body seemed to disappear in the face of something so different as the tower, under the weight of her interest that was so solely focused on the tower.
It took her a long time to notice that it was snowing, but when she did, she felt a urge to get closer, so she did. She took slow steps forward until she was in the tower's shadow. She was alarmed at the sudden feeling of weakness, of the need to lay down, so she fought it. She struggled to keep moving, to keep circling, one hoof in front of the other. She tried to keep going even as the desire to rest, to take shelter from the snow, became stronger and stronger.
Finally in between on long blink and the next, during which she lost her sense of self, she folded into the ground. Though her eyes were wide open again for a second, she didn't have the strength to get up. She fell in and out of consciousness as she battled to keep her eyes open and her head up.
The snow fell down, thicker and thicker, blanketing her in its icy embrace. As more and more snow overtook her form, she lost the battle to the darkness more and more. She drifted for longer stretches of time before suddenly jerking into temporary wakefulness until, finally, she fell into the final darkness and was pulled under into sleep.
When she woke, it was to the familiar air of the Swamp, warm and wet. She had only vague memories of cold and rocks underhoof, of a hunt and of sleep. She had not moved since she had laid down though, so it must have been a dream. Except, melting on her pelt was snow and, when she took a deep breath in through her mouth to scent the air, she could taste, fleetingly, foreign flesh and blood on her tongue. Unnerved, but unable to come up with a reasonable explanation, Through Your Eyes rose and began to run.