[color=d7dbdb][h1]Nasim[/h1][/color]
It was blurry, fuzzy, his mind as it blinked in and out of reality. There were glimpses, bright lights, whiteness and....something warm. There was always something warmth, an ever present calmness that soothed him whenever his eyes would flutter and the pain would wash away even if only a little. How long he had been out, it wasn't very clear to him, but the human knew one thing....he was in pain. Eyes fluttered, thick lashes brushing tanned cheeks as they worked their way open, a feat easier said than done. His entire body ache, the pain dancing across the border of unbearable as it radiated from his right humerous and left femur. It pulsed and throbbed, the bones obviously snapped like twigs beneath a hunter's boot in the snow that pummeled his frame. 

Wait...avalanche.....

It was coming back now, quick snippets of memory. He saw them, his guides as they took him up the mountain. It was his right of passage, his journey to become a man, his father looking upon him with pride as he started his trek up the hillside. This was supposed to be the great feat of his life and then...and then what? Something had happened, the roar of the mountain still echoed in his mind. "...Nnn..." a groan, soft and low in his chest, the struggle to rouse himself as eyes focused on what was surrounding him. It was something thick and white and coarse and it surrounded everything. It was....what the hell was it, muscles crying in a fiery protest as his uninjured arm opened to smooth his hair from his face. It hurt, then again, everything hurt as something thick and rough was felt beneath his fingertips. 

Nails dug in, scrapping and lifting flakes of red from his cheek, Nasim knew instantly what it was. He cursed, a mental hiss of pained annoyance as bleary eyes focused. He needed to stay on track, to remember what he was trying to do. His eyes pushed up again, gazing at stone that created the ceiling above him. Confusion wafted through his mind, unaware of how he got here. It didn't make sense, wasn't possible less someone found him in the remains of snow but....no, no that couldn't be. No one lived this high up the mountain. There were no beasts to hunt, no crop to nourish. It was a freezing wasteland meant to test the survival skills of the young so that they many prove themselves worthy of manhood. So no, no this couldn't be anyone else's doing, so how, then, did he wind up here. 

Head turning, the ache of tired muscle radiated through his neck and skull, finding more white. The first thought was snow, but it was far too soft, far too warm, to be such a thing. The hand that still worked, still moved, reached slowly, pressing against the soft hairs to find something hot and firm beneath it. Nasim felt a pulse, the steady thrum of live that pumped through veins and his wondering only grew as he made his neck arch through the pain to find a face, but not just any face. It was the face of a beast, humanoid in nature with a pink snout and brilliant icy blue orbs. There was a familiarity there when chocolate met ice, but the face that accompanied it wasn't one he should be seeing.

Fear, that was the first thing that registered, body jerking away from the arms that held but the human didn't get far. Half of his body didn't work, crippled form flopping back down as the pain pinned him to the ground. The worry was in his eyes, the fear in the way his body tensed as he fought to move even the tiniest bit away. He didn't know what this thing was, friend or faux, but it had dragged his battered body here and surely there was nothing good to come of it.