"Your son isn't like you or his mother Tails. You need to give him some slack."
"That does not mean he can get away with everything, Sonic."
◇ A future AU made by KAYLA GREEN ◇
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As he continued to trudge through the snow-covered forest, the biting cold seemed to seep into his very bones. He could feel the chill creeping up his spine, causing him to shiver uncontrollably. The snowflakes fell gently around him, creating a peaceful yet eerie atmosphere. He glanced up towards the cloudy sky, sniffing. How long has it been since he started walking? It was snowing too. Was the sky getting darker, or was it just his mind playing tricks on him?
The air grew colder with each passing minute, as if the forest itself was trying to drive him away. The trees loomed over him like ancient guardians, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers in the icy wind. He knew he had to find shelter soon or risk succumbing to the elements.
He paused for a moment, taking in the vastness of the winter landscape before him, everything looked still the same, no shelter for him to cover. The trees stood tall and stark against the white backdrop, their branches heavy with snow. The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of his own labored breathing.
Despite the harsh conditions, there was a strange beauty to the scene. The snow sparkled like diamonds in the dim light, casting a soft glow over everything it touched. The air was crisp and clear, filling his lungs with a freshness that was both invigorating and suffocating.
He tightened his grip on himself, trying to ward off the cold that seemed to seep through every layer of his fur. His fingers were numb and aching. But still, he pressed on, determined to find somewhere safe he can rest. That was his first priority. Then he will go to find his father.
As he walked, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and dread at the sheer force of nature that surrounded him. The snow-covered landscape seemed to stretch on for miles along with the trees, a never-ending expanse of white, grey and brown. It was a harsh and unforgiving world, but one that held a strange allure.
And so, he continued to walk, his footsteps leaving a trail behind him before being swallowed up by the falling snow. Despite the cold and the fatigue that threatened to overtake him, he kept moving forward.
In his mind's eye, he saw a vision of a warm, cozy cabin nestled deep within the forest. A beacon of light in the midst of the snowy darkness. He felt a surge of hope as he imagined the crackling fire, the scent of pine, and the comfort of a soft bed. With renewed determination, he pressed on, following the faint trail he had been following for what felt like hours.
As he trudged through the snow, his breath coming out in puffs of white fog, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. The tall, gnarled trees seemed to whisper secrets to each other, their shadows dancing on the pristine canvas of snow.
He paused, his heart pounding in his chest, as he heard the faint crunch of footsteps behind him. Whipping around, he saw nothing but the endless expanse of white. His imagination playing tricks on him, he told himself. He held his throbbing head, he tried to stop his shivering, he was so hungry and whenever he closed his eyes he was still seeing white. This wasn't good, he was so weary, he wanted to just lay down and sleep. No. He can't give up just now.
