said the king to the river
10-06-2015, 05:07 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-06-2015, 05:07 PM by Áki.)
Not the one to shy away from a good challenge, Áki hadn't felt like he'd had a choice other than to trek down this cliffside. Yes, even in the sudden torrential rain that had begun to fall, and even though he knew these were horrible conditions to be climbing down rocks in. He wanted to find somewhere dry, and he wouldn't find what he was looking for in the thicket behind him. He would narrow his eyes against the rain that had begun to fall, squinting as he focused on the shoreline. His gaze periodically would return to his forepaws, ensuring he had good traction on the rocks below him. When he was nearly on solid ground, and fully soaked now, he heard a voice calling out through the rain - it was muffled, but audible nonetheless.
Pulling his brows together, his head would snap sharply to the side as he sought to make out the figure of a stranger standing near where he had begun his descent. The voice was largely unfamiliar, muddled by the sound of the rain and the roaring of the ocean waves in the near distance, but he caught a hint of concern and question. "I'm good!" he'd call back, a bit louder, hoping he could be heard over the rain. "Come down!" He didn't know the man, as far as he could recognize, but he was in a particularly good mood despite the weather and the possibility of meeting someone new was tempting to him.
The more he looked at him, the more he swore he might know him but it was difficult to tell with the rain clinging to his face and falling without care from the sky. He would finish his descent finally, turning and facing the base of the cliff, hoping the man at the top might be daring enough to join him. The journey back up, for some reason, seemed significantly more dangerous.. but he supposed that would be something to figure out later, not now, and hopefully with some company at his side.
Pulling his brows together, his head would snap sharply to the side as he sought to make out the figure of a stranger standing near where he had begun his descent. The voice was largely unfamiliar, muddled by the sound of the rain and the roaring of the ocean waves in the near distance, but he caught a hint of concern and question. "I'm good!" he'd call back, a bit louder, hoping he could be heard over the rain. "Come down!" He didn't know the man, as far as he could recognize, but he was in a particularly good mood despite the weather and the possibility of meeting someone new was tempting to him.
The more he looked at him, the more he swore he might know him but it was difficult to tell with the rain clinging to his face and falling without care from the sky. He would finish his descent finally, turning and facing the base of the cliff, hoping the man at the top might be daring enough to join him. The journey back up, for some reason, seemed significantly more dangerous.. but he supposed that would be something to figure out later, not now, and hopefully with some company at his side.
