whoa, thats a lot of wind!
rexx - seasonal
07-08-2022, 10:38 AM
Rexx didn't pay much mind to the harshening weather, the droplets of rain starting to feel more like flicks of blades against his face as he braced himself and awkwardly slipped and scrambled up the log after his brother. The tusked boy almost felt himself press near his quilled sibling, feeling victory near his grasp as he began to reach the tip of the log's craggy ends. It didn't take very long for the both of them to realize the simple spell of stormy rain was morphing into a terrifying monster of a disaster. He and Scald were reckless, for sure, but they weren't so tupid as to remain out in the open. Rexx's smile faded quickly as he saw Scald's cocky expression turn into sheer fear. Yeah..he was beginning to realize that their parents might've had a point. Stinky, smushy den was safer than whatever the hell this became. The wind picked up violently, and Rexx instinctively dug his nails into the rotting bark to keep himself from falling off as his pelt bristled. His breaths quickened at the near-slip, watching as the sky's black hues shifted into another angry set of crashing waves, enough to swallow young puppies into its fatal depths. He wasted no time as Scald slipped under the log, the bulky boy quickly clambering after him to huddle together. He hated to admit he was afraid, as well. The arrogance they'd held so proudly before, the wanderlust fled in lieu of survival. Instincts above all.
Curling next to his brother, Rexx shifted his body so that his crystal spikes touched the bottom of the log, as if attempting to use his body to help prop it up. An extra shield for Scald, if you will. He was a self-serving child, but in cases like these where things went south, he felt the urge to protect him at any costs. He fought the trembling of his form from the blistering cold, his downy puppy fur not yet capable of keeping him very warm. He glanced nervously towards the mottled boy, furrowing his brow as the winds howled overhead with no signs of stopping. "D-Do these storms last long?" He asked, his voice hoarse over the crashing tides.
Curling next to his brother, Rexx shifted his body so that his crystal spikes touched the bottom of the log, as if attempting to use his body to help prop it up. An extra shield for Scald, if you will. He was a self-serving child, but in cases like these where things went south, he felt the urge to protect him at any costs. He fought the trembling of his form from the blistering cold, his downy puppy fur not yet capable of keeping him very warm. He glanced nervously towards the mottled boy, furrowing his brow as the winds howled overhead with no signs of stopping. "D-Do these storms last long?" He asked, his voice hoarse over the crashing tides.
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