07-23-2009, 11:39 PM
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He hated humidity. He hated heat, in general, actually; the feeling of security, comfort and content that most felt as a result of pleasant, sunny, warm weather was not felt by him. The feeling of the warm sun upon his dark fur was unappreciated; the sensation did not calm him. Instead, he became irritated as his body warmed and his fur captured the heat. When humidity was added to the mix, making it hard to breathe, causing the inside of his lungs to feel sticky and thick, it was needless to say that he was even more unpleasant. The male preferred the cold; autumn and winter were when he was most content. At those times of the year, humidity did not plague you; instead it would turn to frost, snow, slush or rain. It did not linger, there was no lasting feeling of discomfort within his own chest.
The rain, he enjoyed. He liked the noise of it, the darkness that accompanied it, and the nice feeling of raindrops on his back. He would gladly run around in the rain, for no other reason than just because; and he was doing so, then. Not running, exactly, but moving through the rain easily, his vibrant eyes narrowed to protect them. His entire coat was nearly black due to the darkening properties of the water and the lack of light.
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He hated humidity. He hated heat, in general, actually; the feeling of security, comfort and content that most felt as a result of pleasant, sunny, warm weather was not felt by him. The feeling of the warm sun upon his dark fur was unappreciated; the sensation did not calm him. Instead, he became irritated as his body warmed and his fur captured the heat. When humidity was added to the mix, making it hard to breathe, causing the inside of his lungs to feel sticky and thick, it was needless to say that he was even more unpleasant. The male preferred the cold; autumn and winter were when he was most content. At those times of the year, humidity did not plague you; instead it would turn to frost, snow, slush or rain. It did not linger, there was no lasting feeling of discomfort within his own chest.
The rain, he enjoyed. He liked the noise of it, the darkness that accompanied it, and the nice feeling of raindrops on his back. He would gladly run around in the rain, for no other reason than just because; and he was doing so, then. Not running, exactly, but moving through the rain easily, his vibrant eyes narrowed to protect them. His entire coat was nearly black due to the darkening properties of the water and the lack of light.