10-15-2009, 09:28 PM
All welcome.
Per Kaena's advice, one of the first places Armistice had bothered to go to were the caves. It did not take long, however, for him to grow tired of them. Not quite a hundred yards away from them, the tawny coyote had spread himself out beneath an old pine, leafy green eyes fixed questioningly in the direction of the vast caverns where most of the Inferni clan lived. Although he had indeed joined this place for company, the sheer amount of company one was likely to find in the caves was a bit much for him. Calling one of the nooks his own den was going to take a bit of work and preparation - mostly mental preparation.
Shaking his head, Armistice sent a shower of rain drops to either side of him. More persistent than his short shower, the clouds above continued to dump rain plentifully all around him, occasionally managing to infiltrate the shelter the pine tree provided, embedding more droplets of water in his coat to be shaken off again later. This cycle had gone on for the better part of an hour now. Whether he really disliked the caves or was simply too lazy to move, Armistice had chosen this place to spend his afternoon and he'd be damned if anyone or anything made him move. A crack of thunder rumbled overhead, and very slowly the coyote turned his head upward to witness a streak of lighting illuminate the gray clouds. Nature certainly didn't want him to be comfortable, did She?
Per Kaena's advice, one of the first places Armistice had bothered to go to were the caves. It did not take long, however, for him to grow tired of them. Not quite a hundred yards away from them, the tawny coyote had spread himself out beneath an old pine, leafy green eyes fixed questioningly in the direction of the vast caverns where most of the Inferni clan lived. Although he had indeed joined this place for company, the sheer amount of company one was likely to find in the caves was a bit much for him. Calling one of the nooks his own den was going to take a bit of work and preparation - mostly mental preparation.
Shaking his head, Armistice sent a shower of rain drops to either side of him. More persistent than his short shower, the clouds above continued to dump rain plentifully all around him, occasionally managing to infiltrate the shelter the pine tree provided, embedding more droplets of water in his coat to be shaken off again later. This cycle had gone on for the better part of an hour now. Whether he really disliked the caves or was simply too lazy to move, Armistice had chosen this place to spend his afternoon and he'd be damned if anyone or anything made him move. A crack of thunder rumbled overhead, and very slowly the coyote turned his head upward to witness a streak of lighting illuminate the gray clouds. Nature certainly didn't want him to be comfortable, did She?