Summer Showers
04-15-2013, 10:34 PM
He felt like he was drowning. The very air that he inhaled was hot and humid, thick enough to feel like he was trying to breath underwater. These lands were unbearable, storm clouds made the sky above him heavy and dark, the electricity that clacked above him made the fur on his neck stand on end. One would think that it should be raining, but with it being the middle of summer there were days where the sky would stay dark and no rain would grace the ground below it. Illarion was slowly becoming irate, rippling muscle beneath dark fur twitched with agitation, and his red eyes were narrowed into slits.
Yet it wasn't just the weather that ailed him.
His family was in the process of piecing itself back together. They had come here, following the advice and leadership of his uncle. Yet now he was no where to be found, missing, gone, vanished like the wind that swept so briskly through the grasses below him. They rippled like waves, and his uncle's disappearance seemed to have a similar effect. Everyone was spread, knocked down, and stick in a state of anxiousness while they waited for someone to step up. The prized bitch would not be able to handle anything on her own, no matter how respected and revered she was among the wolves that made up the Bellators and Margox. Surely one of Abbadon's sons would do the job, and he would hear the call of his family in the near future.
For now, he simply waited.
A shuddered sigh escaped his lips, and his legs carried him toward the large stone structures that sat near the middle of the field. They were worn down, weathered to the point of it being impossible to know what it once was. He growled as lightning clacked above him, lighting up the sky without touching the ground. Yet his growl was cut short as the first raindrop hit his nose.
A bit of relief to the sweltering heat. He would close his eyes and let it drench him completely - because soon after the water was done falling, the heat would dry it up and leave him awaiting the next time it decided to rain.
Yet it wasn't just the weather that ailed him.
His family was in the process of piecing itself back together. They had come here, following the advice and leadership of his uncle. Yet now he was no where to be found, missing, gone, vanished like the wind that swept so briskly through the grasses below him. They rippled like waves, and his uncle's disappearance seemed to have a similar effect. Everyone was spread, knocked down, and stick in a state of anxiousness while they waited for someone to step up. The prized bitch would not be able to handle anything on her own, no matter how respected and revered she was among the wolves that made up the Bellators and Margox. Surely one of Abbadon's sons would do the job, and he would hear the call of his family in the near future.
For now, he simply waited.
A shuddered sigh escaped his lips, and his legs carried him toward the large stone structures that sat near the middle of the field. They were worn down, weathered to the point of it being impossible to know what it once was. He growled as lightning clacked above him, lighting up the sky without touching the ground. Yet his growl was cut short as the first raindrop hit his nose.
A bit of relief to the sweltering heat. He would close his eyes and let it drench him completely - because soon after the water was done falling, the heat would dry it up and leave him awaiting the next time it decided to rain.