Post by Avariella on May 25, 2015 21:27:23 GMT -5
The sky was slowly fading from the rich pinks, yellows, and oranges of a sunset to the pitch black freckled with white of the night. The sky was clear, but in the distance, clouds rolled steadily closer. The faint rumbling of thunder could be heard as it floated over the lands, bouncing and echoing off the nearby mountains. The clouds flashed bright for a moment, and then just a few minutes later, thunder would shake the ground. To some, storms were a beautiful thing, calming and something to fall asleep to at night. To others, they were terrifying. Loud cracks of thunder and bright flashes of light that could kill anything with one hit. And they held the potential to produce such destructive whirls of wind. In fact, any animal held the possibility of dying if they were sucked up into the wind. A cool wind blew across the land, pushing the storm along as the huge dark clouds drove onward.
The animals of the land were scurrying to find cover, taking shelter in under rocks or in holes in the ground. One animal, however, was unable to do such a thing. A medium-sized wolf padded through the trees, big paws hitting the ground quickly. She needed shelter and she needed it immediately. She had always been afraid of storms, though after the incident, the loud claps of thunder made her feel as though attacking her would be easier. The wind fluffed the multi-colored fur of the wolf, and she lowered her head, almost as if to duck under it. A light rain began falling over the lands as the clouds covered the moon, soon to devour the entire night sky. The wolf's fur was drenched in minutes, and she moved on a little faster, wanting only to find a nice shelter away from the storm. At last, not too long after the rain started, she found a cavern. Quickly darting into it, the young wolf shook herself off to try and rid her thick coat of some of the water it held. It was pretty cold in the East part of these lands, and the rain made it that much colder. Looking around, Avariella decided that she was alone. Satisfied, she made her way to the back of the cavern, and once there, she curled up into a tight ball and closed her eyes. All she could do now was to wait for the storm to pass.
Kenai
The animals of the land were scurrying to find cover, taking shelter in under rocks or in holes in the ground. One animal, however, was unable to do such a thing. A medium-sized wolf padded through the trees, big paws hitting the ground quickly. She needed shelter and she needed it immediately. She had always been afraid of storms, though after the incident, the loud claps of thunder made her feel as though attacking her would be easier. The wind fluffed the multi-colored fur of the wolf, and she lowered her head, almost as if to duck under it. A light rain began falling over the lands as the clouds covered the moon, soon to devour the entire night sky. The wolf's fur was drenched in minutes, and she moved on a little faster, wanting only to find a nice shelter away from the storm. At last, not too long after the rain started, she found a cavern. Quickly darting into it, the young wolf shook herself off to try and rid her thick coat of some of the water it held. It was pretty cold in the East part of these lands, and the rain made it that much colder. Looking around, Avariella decided that she was alone. Satisfied, she made her way to the back of the cavern, and once there, she curled up into a tight ball and closed her eyes. All she could do now was to wait for the storm to pass.
Kenai