Rain on my parade
04-20-2014, 12:50 AM
The chill would be unbreakable and the rain unswaying in its determination to not let up. The brute, well grateful for the shelter he had found, but frustrated at his limitations. His unwillingness to flee back into the dreary weather outside effectively trapped him here, and the agitation at this acknowledgement was a restless feel within his paws and the occasional flick of his dark shaded tail. The dreary shades outside had been a continuity without change or difference, the sleet of rain and the sway of wind. The shades of darkness and shadows like a wall of nothingness beyond. Accept there wasn't only the nothingness, there was movement and life out there in the chill and rain. He could see the movement more keenly then anything else, all sound and scents where washed clean before they even rose against the air. His fur would bristle but his bulk would not move. His eyes would try to find the shape looming from the darkness, and in a moment he realised it was nearing, coming for his sanctuary. His tail would still behind and his ears would lay back against his skull as he poised, waiting for the shape to solidify. When at last it did, and it was there before him he would relax, his ears bouncing back to shape and his hackles lying still. It was another wolf, and not a terrifying monster of one at that. ?its not mine, and your welcome to bed down here? he shouted back at her, struggling to be heard against the pouring of the nightly storm. Even as he said it, his nose would crinkle at the thought of damp fur in the small enclosement. All the same, he would shuffle aside to give her plenty of room to pass, to show that she was welcome. ?What brings you out here anyway?? he would ask now. "My sounds""My Soul" |
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