I Am Never The First To Know

*Acadia* · 09-26-2014, 09:01 PM

Storms were seven thousand different kinds of bullshit. This was apparent to the young lass who was far from pleased to have been caught up in the middle of this black sky, as rain began to drizzle and then fall in earnest. Oh come ON! She snapped internally, letting out an exasperated sigh as she started to pick up the pace. At the first rumble of distant thunder, her heart raced and she started to let the curses and oaths flood her brain. No, nope, nuh uh, not happening, definitely not happeni- CRACK. Well hot friggin' damn. This was just wonderful. Lighting streaked across the sky, a blinding flash of white light that turned the world around her into a scape of shadows and intensely bright light. Well, with her surroundings burned into her retinas, there was no way she could possibly run into anything in the rain, right? Wrong. Sliding in a sudden slick pool of mud, the girl ended up flopping over into a bush. Great. Pouring rain was far from her favourite thing, her thin coat adding another ten pounds for her slender limbs to carry as soon as it became waterlogged. And waterlogged it would soon become. Slipping like an idiot in yet another stupid fucking puddle of mud, she went straight into the lake she was skirting around. A startled caterwaul escaped her onyx lips, and the girl was underwater. Frigid aqua burying it's icy fingers through her patchwork coat and meager muscles, it drove into her very bones. The shock left her to inhale half the lake. More shocking bursts of black spots crawled over her vision, and the petite lass clawed her way onto the bank. There, she proceeded to cough up unbelievable amounts of murky water into the mud all around her, creating a really nasty smelling dirt soup.
With a groan, she picked herself up and started into the forest on shaking, slender limbs. Mismatched audits caught a pair of voices a little ways away, but it was a little late for the acid eyed girl to bring herself to care at all. A hidey hole made itself known, nothing but a mud covered hole in what might once have been the rocks left behind by a mud slide, which had conveniently toppled a tree. Clambering over the rain slicked trunk, she all but fell into the surprisingly spacious den site. A whole pack could probably fit in here, if they didn't mind stepping over the pile of sprawled limbs and soaking wet fur. Acadia wasn't moving from her spot in the middle of the sandy floor, with her limbs thrown out in every direction. Nope. If someone wanted to stay here, they were going to have to put on their big wolf panties and deal with it.

"Speech"

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me