A steady walk was easy, just needing to focus on one step at a time. One paw after another, breath in, breath out. Her body was numb, although not from the bite in the wind that whipped her cream fur about. Her curly tail billowed out behind her like a banner, single strands dancing in the wind. The creature needed to focus on something, on anything else. No facade was present, just her raw, emotional self. It was dangerous, but a risk she just had to take right now. If she thought too much, the pain was too much to move. It froze her bodice, making her into a statue instead of a true living being. She was a shell of her true shelf, a hollowed out core of the real Othello. The dame slowly became aware of her surroundings, just noticing that a lake was spreading out before her. Her dull purple eyes took in the vast pool of liquid, memories came rushing back. Soft touches, private caresses and whispered words of praise. Then arguing, harsh words and flinching bodies. Sad eyes and tears. Shaking her head, she scattered the thoughts an erased the memories to her minds eye. They would not haunt her on this day. Othello slowly moved up to the edge of the water, looking down at her reflection. Her black streaks down her muzzle looks like staining of tears, evidence of her emotional streak. Her eyes looked almost lifeless, devoid of all feelings. Out of an act of rage, she reached out and struck her watery face, ripples scattering it about the surface of the lake. She backed up, not wanting to see it any more. She was the reason for everyone's downfall. She should not be able to walk these lands without punishment. Looking up at the sky, she searched for the gods that resided there. "Just strike me down." She growled.

"Speech" Thoughts The sky had begun it's day with a gentle fall breeze, and a soft azul cascade above the earth, reflecting an air of comfort and softness across the valley's. Something the brute had only noticed for a brief moment in time upon telling himself silently that stopping at smelling the roses was quickly growing into more and more of a chore. With a heavy sigh, the crisp air exhaled from his great lungs with ease, no longer was the sky colored a crisp blue, but instead a blustering gray and silver. Dark charcoal circling into the cream textured cloud cover above, slowly moving across the valley's, leaving it's shadow over everything, without the slightest inkling of light remaining anywhere. A brief shake of his obsidian pelt sent spare black hairs to flutter to the earth below him, followed by a thin, minuscule cloud of dusting across his rigid, lean top line. Dial was pulled upwards upon his crest, a few heavy breaths were taken in to asses the scent that had captured his attention. Unsure of the current air about him, his attention was cut short with a sudden blast of thunder from above, he snapped his dial in the direction of the roar of the god's. With a patter of rain beginning to fall, the scent was slowly fading into nothing, and so did his interest. Instead he pushed forward, one slow step after another as the brute began to take on the rain, obsidian pelt beginning to droop and sag, heavy with rainwater. Lying auds were suddenly awoken to the sound of a splash cutting the pitter-patter of droplets against the earth. With a gentle squint of his silver gaze, the brute shook his pelt yet again to rid himself of the tickle of water rolling down his ribcage and chest. The sound of another caused him to slow himself to nearly a crawl. A fae the color of cream suddenly caught his attention from around a corner, closer than he had first thought, though not concerning nonetheless. Dial lowered and his bodice lifted. Long, lean legs grew upward without ever seeming to end, black stalks held apart as he took a moment before quietly speaking out, a small smirk across his narrow visage, both puzzled and amused. "Not sure they can hear you right now." His vocals seemed to match the roaring thunder in the distance, deep and smooth in sound. Word Count - 407 Tags - Evelyn! Mood - Amused, Curious, ...Wet

Before the clouds rolled in, the sky growing darker. The dame's ears folded back against her skull as her violet eyes grew wide. Was the threat of thunder displaying itself here? A soft wine left her lips, round eyes looking around for any type of shelter. The rain came down then, plastering her creamy coat to her slightly emaciated frame. The dame was becoming desperate, worry for the oncoming storm. She whined softly, panic setting in. She could not handle a storm right now, she just couldn't. Thunder rolled and the dame dropped to the earth, covering her face with her paws. Maybe the gods had heard her, and were indeed sending a storm to strike her down. With another rumble of thunder she curled into a tighter ball, a loud whine slipping out of her maw. Fear scent curled around her, billowing up into the stormy clouds. She could not open her violet eyes, not even when someone yelled around the storm to catch her attention. She just curled into an even tighter ball, her whole body quivering as if it were giving into the storm. When a break in thunder came, Othello dared to peak at the midnight beast who spoke to her. She could only manage to whine softly, panic filling her eyes. She needed to get out of the storm before she lost it, she could hardly handle it if another strike came. "Help me." She said, her vocals cracked by the anguish she was in. She couldn't handle it, oh no. Another rumbling growl of thunder sent her back into her ball, shaking even worse. She was getting too scared, that she was starting to crack around the edges. OOC: Sorry it sucks =/

"Speech" Thoughts He stood as stiff as a statue. Nothing moving but the rain sopping his pelt towards the earth, allowing it to hug his physique like a cold, heartless blanket, soaking across the musculature build that folded over his shoulder and hip. Thick, wide loins ran up each side of his spine, more defined than ever. Thin waist and pencil-like legs carried him forth, a sigh coinciding with another crash of the god's above, like fighting mountains the clouds abruptly hit one another, hot and cold colliding menacingly. As if the sound was for the entertainment of the mortals on the earth... The reaction of the two was different, though he could see this dove was more than distraught about something other than the storm above. Her alarming and abrupt reactions caused no recoil in the brute, nor did he startle at her movements. Curiously he looked on, dial lowering slowly towards the earth as he kept his distance for a moment, watching her panic attack take her over, and cause for a more or less dangerous outcome if he were to approach her too suddenly. His auds twisted backwards and a small, nearly silent grumble alerted from his throat in protest to the idea of helping this stranger. A sigh followed, something this brute was full of. His great chest expanded and dropped as he surveyed the area around them, another deep roll of thunder exploded overhead and he looked immediately to the damaged fae. He pushed forward after hearing her words roll from her shaky vocals, quickly he stepped towards her, taking in the idea that a bad reaction from her could ensue, harming him in some way... But the ebony male took his chances, lowering his nose near her own he sniffed for a moment, matching her scent with the one from before, and giving her the chance to identify him. He stepped carefully around her dial, lowering his nose once again towards the fae's left ear, his left foot located on the other side of her tail, attempting to give her a cover for a moment, he quietly spoke to her, brief and as un-alarming as possible. "Come. Let's find you cover, dove." Deep vocals practically a whole octave lower than the storm above them fluttered towards her auds, his dial lifting but not too much higher. He awaited her reaction before stepping away and giving her space to lift herself, his assistance on stand by.