Heavy Is The Storm

He had slipped out of Insomnia for the day, though he had apparently left on the wrong day and had chosen the worst time to sneak out. The crimson-streaked boy found himself caught out in a snowstorm, and knowing little about the lands, was having a hard time finding shelter that would actually protect him against the elements. He was soaked down to the bone. He shivered violently from the cold, and he couldn't see more than a few feet in front of him let alone retrace his steps to get back to Insomnia and the shelter of his den. He cursed under his breath as he moved from one sopping tree and bush to the next, though it was safe to say neither could quite shelter his large form from the elements. Eventually, the snow gave way to rain and hail, and he couldn't decide which was worse. He probably would've preferred the snow if it wasn't so cold, but the rain and hail didn't feel too good, either.

He had made it to a spot that had a bunch of willow trees, and as he raced to take up shelter beneath one, he didn't see the stone that came flying at him through the rain. It hit him square in the face, causing him to stumble into the mud nearly face-first. Sputtering and scrambling to get back to his feet, he snarled as he looked for the reason that rock had come at him. Squinting through the rain, he spotted a figure huddled beneath another tree. Standing there pissed and soaking wet, Akuma didn't hesitate as he decided he'd had enough. "What the fuck!" Getting caught out in this, and the fact he was now covered in mud and being pelted by hail, he raced toward the figure with a snarl, mud squelching beneath his paws as he aimed to use the full force of his weight to tackle whoever it was that had just assaulted him.

WC: 495/1500