Spiritus enim lumina

*Valentine* · (This post was last modified: 12-21-2014, 09:37 PM by Valentine.)

Slinking along the coastline, the brute felt like a fugitive. Above him thunder pounded on the clouds, its anger nearly palatable. He felt each peal in his chest. Oh, how he hated storms. The lightning strike had done something to him. Valentine felt storms as they brewed. They set his teeth on edge and made his fur stand on end. He was filled with unease long before they began and the feeling only left him after the storm was long gone.

A sudden boom sent the titan skittering for cover. He found it beneath a fallen tree and there he sat until a tiny figure skittered by. She made for the water (was she crazy?) and the brute simply stared. She had to crazy. He had to ask. “Are you crazy? Do you know what lightning does to water?”

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