Heavy Is The Storm

He was tired. Debated with himself if he should try to get some rest. But with the rain and hail and the tree providing less than ideal coverage, he highly doubted he'd be able to get any sleep. Hell, he doubted he'd even be able to get any sort of rest against the cold, wet ground. For the first time in his life, he was feeling defeated. He shivered beneath that tree. Unsure what to do anymore, but he was too proud to admit that to himself. "What the fuck!" He raised his head a bit, brow raised. Did...did he just hear that? Or was it his imagination? Glancing up, he didn't manage to see the assailant in time before he suddenly felt a heavy weight knock into his side and knock him off his feet, flinging him into the mud and out from the measly shelter of the tree. Surprised, winded, drenched, and being pelted by the hail storm that seemed to grow in its fury, Ravage did his best to scramble to his feet, slipping as he struggled to do so.

He turned toward his attacker, hackles raised and teeth showing. "What the fuck is wrong with you!" He shouted back. The stranger was a bit taller than him, had a crimson-stained alabaster coat, and a jagged horn that protruded from the middle of his forehead. Snarling, Ravage charged at the younger male, throwing his weight into his charge though struggled to maintain his footing and slipped last second. Shit! Jaws snapped at the stranger, snagging the fur and skin on the side of the guy's neck before the two ended up in the mud.

WC: 772/1500