do or die
09-15-2014, 04:34 PM
Albion had never felt storms of this caliber. They ripped at him, screamed at him, seemed eager for nothing but his blood. He dug his claws into the sodden earth with each step he took and even then he felt those invisible hands seeking to suck him upwards and into the clouds. He snarled against the fury of the world. What on earth had he gotten himself into? Just a week past he'd been snug in a den in that boulder field and now... This devil's wrath had come out of nowhere! Just that morning he'd seen the sky darken and in his folly had thought it no more than a summer storm. This was no such calamity and he'd wished desperately to be back in his den. It's probably flooded, he thought miserably. That soil is so porous and it's a fucking monsoon. Oh, I'm so screwed. Albion lifted his lip to show his fangs to the storm clouds and was struck in the eye by a piece of hail for his trouble. He growled out a curse which turned into a yelp as a tree branch crashed down a few paces to his right. To his surprise, another creature echoed his surprised sentiment. Brows lifted in surprise as he saw another wolf, dark of pelt and most likely a fae, through the brush on his flank. He'd had no idea she was there, what with the barrage that had fallen upon him. "Beautiful day, huh?" he screamed over the wind, allowing his twisted sense of humor to take the reins. "You wouldn't by any chance know of somewhere we can get out of the rain?" Even if it meant holing up with a stranger for gods knew how long, it was better than being crushed by falling flora. It was something like a desperate situation, as far as he was concerned. |
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