said the king to the river
09-26-2015, 11:48 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-26-2015, 11:49 PM by Áki.)
Áki hadn't meant to end up here. Especially not at this time of day, and most certainly not in this weather. He'd wandered through the thicket for some time today, eager to explore the dense grasses and to weave amongst the varying shrubbery here. It was unfamiliar to him and easily piqued his interest - though he knew when the sun disappeared behind the clouds that rain would come soon.
Moving swiftly on his paws, he traversed through the dense underbrush, searching for a way out of the thicket. It wouldn't be devastating to be caught out in the rain, but it wasn't the most ideal of situations. Lifting his head to the sky, he caught a slight whiff of ocean air. Since he was too far to leave the thicket the way he'd entered it, he figured the coast was his best bet. He wasn't feeling the idea of being rained on, and he figured the only real shelter he could find here would be digging down below a shrub of sorts. Grumbling softly to himself, he continued onward, acutely aware of the gradual increase in clouds overhead and the slowly darkening skies.
It wasn't until he nearly stumbled off the side of the cliff that he realized it was there, in a sudden moment of dizzying realization, as the earth stopped nearly perpendicular to the ground below. The drop seemed huge, though not impossible.. just dangerous. Taking a deep breath and regaining his composure, the massive brute would stare down below, considering his next move carefully. There were some wide trees near the shoreline he could likely seek shelter under, and quite a few rocks that might provide a good place to retreat to.
There was alarmingly little hesitation as he begin to trek down the dangerously steep cliffside, perched precariously on each step as he moved downward to the shore. Despite his size, he was used to travel and navigating treacherous terrain, and he moved with gracefulness that not all could muster. Only when he was near the bottom did the rain begin to pour, a downpour from the heavens above, coming down with no mercy as he made his way to solid ground. What a wonderful evening this is turning out to be, he thought to himself, though his mood hadn't been dampened entirely yet - that was a feat that was difficult even in the worst of situations.
Moving swiftly on his paws, he traversed through the dense underbrush, searching for a way out of the thicket. It wouldn't be devastating to be caught out in the rain, but it wasn't the most ideal of situations. Lifting his head to the sky, he caught a slight whiff of ocean air. Since he was too far to leave the thicket the way he'd entered it, he figured the coast was his best bet. He wasn't feeling the idea of being rained on, and he figured the only real shelter he could find here would be digging down below a shrub of sorts. Grumbling softly to himself, he continued onward, acutely aware of the gradual increase in clouds overhead and the slowly darkening skies.
It wasn't until he nearly stumbled off the side of the cliff that he realized it was there, in a sudden moment of dizzying realization, as the earth stopped nearly perpendicular to the ground below. The drop seemed huge, though not impossible.. just dangerous. Taking a deep breath and regaining his composure, the massive brute would stare down below, considering his next move carefully. There were some wide trees near the shoreline he could likely seek shelter under, and quite a few rocks that might provide a good place to retreat to.
There was alarmingly little hesitation as he begin to trek down the dangerously steep cliffside, perched precariously on each step as he moved downward to the shore. Despite his size, he was used to travel and navigating treacherous terrain, and he moved with gracefulness that not all could muster. Only when he was near the bottom did the rain begin to pour, a downpour from the heavens above, coming down with no mercy as he made his way to solid ground. What a wonderful evening this is turning out to be, he thought to himself, though his mood hadn't been dampened entirely yet - that was a feat that was difficult even in the worst of situations.
