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- Zynex - 04-03-2010 ooc: Tis raining in the evening. Please avoid really short posts. This was spring. A time rid of the snow and encouraged the blossom of flora to spring forth and paint the world something new. To an extent, the liked spring. It was the only season that did not remind her of the tundra that lied to the far, far North. It was the only season that did not resurface memories of home. But how she was plagued by the relentless torrent of emotions that spring surfaced, much like the flowers that sprang from the earth, she too became anew with sensation and emotions she thought to never experience again. Yet with each roll into spring, she found this to be wrong. And how she suffered in a wonderful way. But the day of flora sniffing and wandering was dampened by darkening clouds, by the patter of rain as it trickled from the smothering skies and progressed to torrents most rigorously. It was as though the heavens cried with the loss of the calming season and mourned what would be the loss of many fodder to come. Twas the price of the giving season. A russet form waltzed amidst the thundering skies, without care, without need of shelter to keep from nature’s tears. She was quite content underneath the weeping clouds…in fact, the dame smiled, for the first time in a long time. Given this transition of the season, she took this washing as a sign for something new to unfold. This cleanse would be the rebirth she sought for and was encouraged to pursue. She would take this as a wondrous sign if only for an evening, before the clouds parted and the morning sky returned… Before she was forced to recall the past again and re-attain this need for rebirth. Crimson locks stuck to a slender muzzle as it ascended to the heavens calmly. Serenity enveloped the once haggard face and a delicate smile came to drenched lips. Yes. This would be a new beginning. - Ty Trenton Nasphrite - 04-07-2010 [html] Perhaps it was the guilt that had brought Ty out of his house, perhaps this walk was a way for Ty to come to terms with the recent actions he committed, either way, Ty was out in the rain now, deep within the recesses of his mind. He couldn't stay still, he couldn't mull over his thoughts in his home, that only wracked him with indecisiveness and possible guilt. Now he was outside, in the light rain, using it as a distraction and a relaxant, a way to cope with what he had done. The cold water now lightly coating his fur, turning his shaggy, fluffy hair into a soggy mop, each tuft sticking to itself to make wet tendrils. The water was soothing to Ty's mind, however, and it allowed him to simply melt away the worries he recently had, and feel at peace. As he walked down the mud-ridden pathway, closing his eyes in an attempt to simply feel the rain, ignore the rest of his surroundings at least for a while and enjoy the calm noise of the rain pattering against the ground, and the mist dripping off of his body. It was when Ty open his eyes again five minutes later that he came upon a sight he had not seen in quite a while, or a form, as it may. Though the red fur and features were familiar to him, the name of the female did not jump off of Ty's tongue quite so quickly, no, he did not remember the name of this wolf off the top of his head. It took him a minute to recognize this wolf, for her scent to waft into his nose and identify her as the packmate he knew of. However, when the name did snap into his mind, he was not afraid to let his presence be known, unless she had already spotted him. "Zynex?" He called out to her amidst the falling rain, getting closer as he spoke. "Zynex is that you?" He then let out a pleasantly surprised chuckle, while not the closest of friends he knew this woman as a good wolf, a good hunter at least, and a loyal pack mate. "Man, it's been a while since we spoke hasn't it? How have you been lately?" - Zynex - 04-07-2010 [html]
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