Rain on Me

Jaden Ohanzee · 04-19-2012, 02:04 PM

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A cold wind brushed along the top of the waves and blew its way inland in buffets, a new and chilly addition to the lousy weather. With the rain starting and stopping on a whim, the new addition wasn’t something Jaden enjoyed. He pulled his legs up a little bit closer to his chest from their previously lain out positions and watched as his breath now cast a white ghost into the air just in front of his warm muzzle.

With his fur dry everywhere except for a little area below his knees, the tundra wolf would easily stay warm against the wind’s caress. His fur hadn’t even begun to shed it’s winter layers off yet. The disdain he felt with the wind was simply because it ruined his picture of the sea by marring the perfect waves. That and it pushed at his hood. The buckles along his body would keep the jacket closed but the hood pulled irritatingly back and muted his hearing with the rubbing of it on his ears. It was only a moment before he took it back and exposed himself, hoping the rain wouldn't return this time.

Without the hood rubbing and blocking out the sounds of his surroundings, the Alaskan quickly noticed quiet footsteps wandering in his general direction. He didn’t stir except for the flicking of his ears to hear it better, whatever now approached. The wind hid the scent, blowing into him as it did, and the steps were deceptively delicate. Jaden hadn’t the slightest idea of who he might be looking at when she finally came into view.

The man couldn’t help but look her up and down, surprised by her size from how little noise she had made. The trained muscle had to be it. Like him, she was a fighter. It Showed with the scarring on her face and the good amount of strength she looked to have to her strong, yet beautifully feminine body. He didn’t bother standing for fear that she might be looking for trouble. He didn’t want to expose his wounded state this early if she did. After all, she wouldn’t be the first finely shaped killer to try and have a go at him this week. The thought wasn’t comforting and Jaden drew his cougar-slashed thigh closer, hiding it from the woman’s view as she spoke.

Company? The words were sweeter than a bladed greeting but that didn’t make them any less dangerous. He was suspicious despite being able to find no malice in her. Company? His low tone hummed, In my travels, few have approach me for something so simple. Who are you, and what is it your looking for exactly, stranger? His voice wasn’t hostile but it showed the simple distrust he had for someone so apparently dangerous offering something so innocent.

Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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