Setting out

Malik Maayan Maji · 06-14-2012, 08:35 AM

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Mind if I hop in? :o Also, when you're roleplaying here for real, if you want to add more, you just edit your post and don't make a new one. <3

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Although the desert hound was used to vast stretches of time without a drop of water falling from the vast blue sky, he also knew of the downpours that came afterward—the flash floods, sheets of water falling down into the desert and bringing deliverance to all that lived there. The wasteland would be beautiful afterward, frogs mating in the puddles, flowers blooming from all the spiny or dry plants that lived there. Water was his god, and water often liked to make an entrance in his homeland.

Malik Maayan Maji was not bothered when the torrential downpour came, but he was not stupid either; he’d seen the wrath of his god just as well, and like most forces of nature, it did not always discriminate between believers and nonbelievers. He managed to find shelter at the edge of the expansive meadow, a hill that kept him out of flooding range and a thick canopy of leaves over his head from the thick trees. In the desert he usually had less than that, other than caves that often just flooded and drowned their occupants. He could find no suitable caves here, and so he’d have to make do with this unnaturally thick foliage.

For once, Hapi was not jabbering away at him. He was sleeping, curled up in a tight ball against the giant trunk of the tree, safe and in the driest part. Smiling, the man stroked the hyena child’s bristly mane then peered through the sheets of water to where another shelter was going up—a luperci working to make the wood stand together. Curious, he left the cub and walked through the trees, keeping to the driest sections although for once he wore no clothes to get drenched from the adventure; his thin coat didn’t weigh him down, either. Luckily, the summer rains were not too cold.

He was close enough to hear the wolf speak to the heavens, and at that point, Malik laughed. “Would you rather it never rain, stranger?” he asked, pressed close to a tree just a few yards from the wolf’s shelter. His dark grey eyes gleamed, and he fingered the bone pendant hanging around his elegant neck.

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