07-05-2009, 12:32 AM
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It was raining. Hemming's coat was filled with water, and he felt as if he weighed three times more than usual. He had a tiny umbrella on his head, though, a small bird that didn't seem to be at all disturbed by the rain. It rolled off her oily feathers and landed softly on Hemming's brow before dribbling down into his eyes, causing him to blink frequently and forcefully. Dagrun, the bird, was quiet but obviously awake, her fidgety talons making little indentations in the little patch of dry fur. The wolf was quiet as well, wandering with no direction in mind. It had not rained much since he had arrived in AniWaya, the storm that had occurred while he was on his Journey his first big one, but for the last little while it seemed as if the heavens were pouring down upon the lands. Soon, everything would be such a wonderful green. For the first time, Hemming would see the AniWaya fields in full force. The wolf seemed to have become almost completely lost, the land around him looking so different shrouded in rain than when the sky was clear. Moisture seemed to keep most of the scents down as well, flushing them with the very pleasant smell of atmosphere. All noises were drowned out by the steady pounding of the rain on the ground, and Hemming almost felt as if he was without any sense at all. He was lacking any sense of direction, and though it was a little bit frightening, the feeling was also liberating. Exploration always made him feel elated, and he had been plopped into uncharted territory without a compass. The rain added to the sense of adventure, and the wetness of the world was welcome after the heavy heat that had been pressed against the earth in the last few weeks. In the distance, obscured by a screen of water, shadows of houses were forming, a darker gray than the sky behind them. There was a strange structure close by, though, which seemed to be a wooden frame with a few sides that were filled in by glass panes. Hemming squinted a little, more rainwater falling down his eyelashes onto his cheeks, and tried to make out what exactly it could be. Perhaps it was some strange human structure that was either never finished or had started to fall apart. The wooden frame seemed rather solid though, unworn by the decade or so of time that had passed since the humans had disappeared. Hemming approached it slowly, the rain still obfuscating its strange form, in an attempt to figure out what exactly it was. |