The Storm Sings Fiercely [Event]
09-22-2014, 05:16 PM
Albion spent a breath trying to determine if the fae meant her comment as sarcastic or placating. It seemed the sort of words that one might offer in such a situation but... No, he supposed not. He would nod noncommittally, never really one for overt affection towards strangers. He shied away from packs for the sole reason that he wasn't terribly social to begin with. "M'names Albion," he would offer by way of mumbling. It wasn't his greatest attempt at friendship but he was cold and wet and had very nearly been smitten by the gods only seconds ago. He had half a mind to turn into the rock face and dig in further yet, down and down until he couldn't hear the driving winds any longer. They were beginning to make his ears ring. He stepped far enough away from the fae that his shaking wouldn't dampen her before tossing his shoulders this was and that. It didn't do much besides puff him up, but the sooty male didn't mind. It was the effort that counted, right? He was about to return to his previous seat closer in (and farther from the downpour) when he caught sight of something jostling about in the trees. He paused a breath, making sure of his senses before stepping forward and squinting through the deluge. "What on earth is..." Another step and he cursed explosively, if under his breath. "Shit, do you see that? That's a fuckin' bear, I'm outta here." It lumbered from side to side, hulking form much larger than his own, and cutting a course up the riverbank from and straight towards the outcrop they occupied. If he had to guess it planned to shelter there as well, but from all he knew of bears they weren't exactly keen on sharing their space. Surreal was welcome to follow for all he cared, but if she decided to linger it would be on her own skin. He'd rather die a quick death by lightning strike or getting crushed by a tree than a painful mauling. The ashen male slipped back into the raim as the hulking ursa pushed it's way through the last wave of willow fronds between it and the rock outcrop he'd had so much hope for. |