In this religious hour...

Rio Marino · 04-23-2012, 07:04 PM

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Fast forwarded to April 26

Word Count → 500 || Points → 5

Buildings all around her were decaying with each passing day. Some of them even made her feel like they were going to crumble when a harsh wind blew against them, and the wind had been pretty harsh for the past few days. It was raining, and she was looking for some kind of shelter from the storm, which seemed to be following her all the way from Halifax. Most of the buildings around the city had too many holes to even protect her from the pelting rain. Plus, it was basically raining sideways with frequent lightning and the occasional clap of thunder. The thunder was loud, and it made Rio jump every time it came suddenly. Her fur was soaked to the skin from all the rain, and she hardly knew what she was doing out in the open during a storm like this.

Finally, she found a building that was good enough. The roof wasn’t perfect, and there were many leaky spots, but at least there weren’t any gaping holes. She pushed open the heavy door, and it groaned loudly in protest. When she was finally inside, she shook off what water she could from her body, while she was in Luperci form. Shaking wasn’t so natural in this form, though, and most of the water still clung to her usually fluffy fur. Her long black hair hung in wet strands before her face, and before she knew what hit her, she felt a sharp pain. Something bit her ear; naturally, she ducked from whatever it was and clutched her ear. There was no blood, but whatever it was continued to assault her head.

She managed to turn around quick enough to see that there was a large owl attacking her. And it kept attacking her. Rio tried to bat the animal away with a hand, but it wouldn’t give up. She ran through the building, now recognizing it as a human place for religion, with the vicious owl continuously pecking at her head. Frustration overcame her, and she let out a rather loud, girly scream. The owl wasn’t giving up, and she was running out of room to run. Finally, she tripped on something. She didn’t know what it was, probably a pew, but she went down face first. It gave her the chance to just curl up and protect her head and face from the angry bird, now exposing her back to it.

The bird continuously pecked at her back and attempted to claw at her fur and skin with what talons it did have. She wasn’t sure if she was bleeding, but it sure felt like it. And of course, out of all the places in the roof, one of the leaking spots was right above where her head was. There was a steady stream of cold rain water dripping onto her head from the high ceiling. She couldn’t move, though, because of the owl and the water smelled dirty. Matters couldn’t get worse than this.

THE WORST IS JUST AROUND THE BEND

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