This is a rp between Mewsings of an Angel and Cheyriddle4
Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 9:58 am
Ziriel had been traveling for a few days. Destination unknown at the moment, but he is hoping to find something that will peak his interest. The sky had been growing steadily darker as a storm comes from the direction in which he had come. It makes him wary as he knows at some point it will rain. Considering that he is in a valley.. and not a very steep one at that. It would easily flood if it started to pour. To the east there are steep hills.. not quite mountains.. or if they are then smaller ones. Perhaps they hold caves in which to seek shelter. Though the problem with that being that they could be occupied by bears or the like that would hurt him.
Pushing onwards it hasn't even been ten minutes when the rain starts to fall. His coat starts to darken with the water as he picks up his pace. Moving towards the higher ground. He hopes that he can find shelter as he detests standing in the rain. His scales protect his back but not the parts that his fur is. Ducking his head under a particular low branch he can feel the tips of his antlers scrape against the rough mark. A unpleasant tingling going down his spine. He hates that sensation..
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