Losing Grip
05-17-2014, 11:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-17-2014, 11:00 PM by Othello I.)
Before the clouds rolled in, the sky growing darker. The dame's ears folded back against her skull as her violet eyes grew wide. Was the threat of thunder displaying itself here? A soft wine left her lips, round eyes looking around for any type of shelter. The rain came down then, plastering her creamy coat to her slightly emaciated frame. The dame was becoming desperate, worry for the oncoming storm. She whined softly, panic setting in. She could not handle a storm right now, she just couldn't. Thunder rolled and the dame dropped to the earth, covering her face with her paws. Maybe the gods had heard her, and were indeed sending a storm to strike her down. With another rumble of thunder she curled into a tighter ball, a loud whine slipping out of her maw. Fear scent curled around her, billowing up into the stormy clouds. She could not open her violet eyes, not even when someone yelled around the storm to catch her attention. She just curled into an even tighter ball, her whole body quivering as if it were giving into the storm. When a break in thunder came, Othello dared to peak at the midnight beast who spoke to her. She could only manage to whine softly, panic filling her eyes. She needed to get out of the storm before she lost it, she could hardly handle it if another strike came. "Help me." She said, her vocals cracked by the anguish she was in. She couldn't handle it, oh no. Another rumbling growl of thunder sent her back into her ball, shaking even worse. She was getting too scared, that she was starting to crack around the edges. OOC: Sorry it sucks =/ |
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