Sorry for the wait! wc460
escape is never the safest path
Hell, he hated rain. There was something about being sopping wet that upset could him beyond reason, but the logic was absent. Rain meant he had to rush and find shelter, and rushing on a gimpy leg was no vacation. Not to mention, the mud and puddles had him slipping and falling twice as often, and more often than not, Jefferson ended up with a few more unnecessary bruises and a particularly fouler attitude than usual immediately after a rainstorm. However, he quite enjoyed the smell before and after the rain, as fresh and new as it seemed each time. Although it hinted towards something he hated, he could appreciate the sheer scent of rainfall because of its smell and its ability to warn him prior to getting stuck in a downpour. Even Mother Nature had her warning signals and cautionary signs, if one just paid attention. It was too bad that in real life, between conflicts and friendships, such warning signals ran thin. Half his scars would be absent if such signs were plausible in everyday conversation.
He was enjoying the fresh scent of the air before the rain fell, though not yet finding reason to go rushing for shelter even despite the darkness of nighttime. It seemed Tyrone had given him the day off and the hybrid was meandering by himself at a leisurely [handicapped] pace through Phoenix Valley's packlands. It had been one of few pauses in his suddenly dizzying life that he had a moment alone to think--the past two weeks had been one things after another. First it was finding out what his real name was from Laruku--Maluki did sort of ring a bell, he guessed--, followed by his introduction to his new 'apprentice' he hadn't asked for (but deep down, didn't mind). To add to that, he recalled Lucifer as the dark creature's scent suddenly stung the air, and Jefferson released a sigh of defeat. These duties of his were certainly building up. In actuality he didn't mind them, but he could no longer fathom how he once spent all the free time he'd had beforehand. With enough limps, the creature fell into his one-eyed gaze. "Slow down," the hybrid called after him, an ear twitching. Might as well take advantage of this little meeting, since they hadn't yet gotten the chance to speak after the first time. "You're looking miserable mentally instead of physically this time. I'd have you doing laps if it were daytime, but since it's not, I guess I'll ask what's on your mind." He had no reason to be forward with the dark-furred male, nor any reason to be kind, either. Jefferson assumed he was to keep this Lucifer in line, so-to-say. Seriously, what was Iskata expecting of him?
