we all have our flaws
09-19-2014, 06:45 PM
The storms around here have been terrible lately. And he himself even had to admit that it was sad watching all the packs flee from their homes. Some retreated to the caverns in which weren't flooded. Some even fled to places like this, in which weren't affected by the storms. The Red Forest, as he had heard from some little rumors, was pretty storm-free. So, since he didn't have a pack to stay with, he rushed over and found out that the rumors were correct. This crimson forest didn't seem too bothered by the rough winds and the horrible rain. It just stuck out like a yellow flower in a field of black flowers. His sore, exhausted limbs ached and screamed in agony as the ebony daemon moved across the earth, damp fur dripping with cold water. Although he was relieved to find this anti-storm area, he was soaked, cold, tired, hungry, and slowly absorbing some kind of cold. Aldoro's tired eyes scanned the earth, and than the rather hell-like atmosphere that danced around him. Even in here he could hear the distant roaring of the wind...the water, the rain. Flooding. Hurricanes. Screaming and crying. The brute winced softly and clenched his large jaws, increasing his speed through the silent forest. As his focus centered back onto reality, he continued to scan the distance casually, eyes falling onto a large pile of dead leaves. Maybe he could just lie in that pile for a bit...just to take a break for the moment. Aldoro sighed and switched directions, when instantly his bad ankle gave out beneath him. His entire body collapsed to the ground in a blur. The man shifted and whined uneasily like a nervous puppy who knew nothing about walking. Though eventually, he gave in, and he just sat there with sad blunt eyes. Maybe he'd just sit here for weeks and rot...or maybe some cannibal would come by and eat him like a deer stuck in tar. "Speech" |
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