[As his mun's internet ate the rest of this post, you might be surprised to see that it's a good bit longer than it was before now! She's also edited the first bit a little.
Alternian fashion remains the same come rain, snow, meteor-strike or other weather-related calamity. That's why Karkat is not wearing anything more than his grey jeans and black shirt while he stomps through the drifts of snow. He's also not wearing the rowan crown, looped around one stubby horn or not. He has got the
Regisickle in one hand, so he's not entirely unprepared for a fight. A shame there's no iron on it, though.
The wind howls through the bare branches of the trees as Karkat storms over the bridge. The river is iced over at the edges and runs in a sluggish manner.
Karkat sneezes. Adorably.
Something splashes softly in the river behind him, and there's a slithering sound for a brief moment. His knuckles tighten on the handle of the Regisickle and he spins around.
He nearly drops the sickle in shock.
Standing by the side of the river is
a giant, bipedial crab monster. It clicks and chitters lowly, clattering its claws together and fixing its beady eyes on Karkat.]
What the fuck? You?!