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Post by Paint on Dec 22, 2008 13:40:40 GMT -5
just now you have to dance for the two of us
It was very unusual for it to be raining in summer, but the oppressive and pressure-filled air had finally been broken. Autumn must be on its way, because this was the first time for a long time it had been raining this torrentially. And Oberon loved it.
He had this theory; most wolves either were too vain to enjoy the rain, or too scared of going for a run in it in case of catching cold. The wolf world sometimes seemed to die in torrents of rain, but Oberon came alive. The valley was resounding with the thuds and patters of rain smashing into the ground, a million droplets a minute.
Yes, the world was dead but he was alive. Part of him wondered if he'd find another wolf out here, crazy perhaps because what wolf (besides himself) would want to run full-pelt through the unusually dark Sunbowl forest in a torrential downpour? He'd just have to wait and find out.
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Malo
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Post by Malo on Dec 22, 2008 16:16:09 GMT -5
A sulky figure trotted thtough the forest, hair sopping wet, face twisted up in disgust. Fallon stopped momentarily to shake out her coat, but it was no use. She growled something to herself and continued walking, the weather making her mood more ornary. She sighed. She was too far to try and run to get dry in Falling Moon lands. That would only result in her getting more muddy, and wet and disgusting. Not the least bit dry.
So she sucked it up. Wandering through the forest, she hoped to find at least a semi-dry shelter to sit out the storm. Finding cover under a thick brush, she wedged herself somewhat satisfied between the branches. It was just big enough for her to fit, and the branches and leaves were so tight together that the ground underneath was virtually dry. She ducked under it an shivered, tryin to keep warm.
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Post by Paint on Dec 22, 2008 16:25:59 GMT -5
Oberon could feel the poor, starved earth beneath his paws nearly singing out as the raindrops fed into it. It felt so natural, after a long hot summer, that the rain would make such a spectacular comeback.
He was still running full-pelt through the woods, the rain was crashing so loudly around him he was surprised it wasn't thundering. He came to a sudden stop, wondering if it was and he hadn't noticed because the wind had been rushing past him.
His heart was pumping heavily behind his ribs, and he listened, but all he could hear was the rain. And then the oddest sound of rustling on dry ground. He half-turned, and was shocked to find a young female huddling beneath a shelter. Bemused, he walked forwards a little.
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