Templado Tormenta

[.l.Templado.l.Brielle.l.]

Thunderclouds rolled in above the great stags head. Looking to the angry heavens he grimaced. This storm would be one to remember. He became anxious as the thunder rumbled above, he had never liked storms. Looking across the bleached lands that lay before him, open, unprotected, he was completely naked to the skies coming torment. Shaking his head in agitation he searched for cover. Lightning was beginning to flash in the sky, still far away but coming nearer. The rain began to come in a heavy flash, stinging his skin like a bee. Winds howling he pawed at the ground, eyes wide in a coming panic. This was hells playground, so close was Diablo that he may strike them at the time he felt most obliged to... Al infierno con usted mi amigo,[/i] he muttered under his breath, striking an angry glare to the acurseds lair. Only then did he realize that he was at infiernos front door, knocking with every angry thought. He became jittery, shifting his weight from one dagger to another he looked around shakily, desperately searching for cover. He was foolish he knew, but all his life he had been superstitious, his own beleifs had led him this far. Watching as the lightning flashed once more, he jumped slightly, it was very close to him. Eyes wide he began to spin his bod searching and praying for protection from this villain. In the distance he saw a line of trees, to far away, and through the lightnings path. He would never make it, this he knew. Becoming frantic he began to trot away from where he had last seen the lightning a few minutes ago. Snorting and tossing his head he was wild eyed with an uncontrollable phobia. Suddenly the lightning struck near his bod, scant feat from his head. With a screech he struck his daggers to the heavens, pawing the air and throwing his head with increasing dissarray. Hitting the ground with a thud he turned and bolted, mindless with terror he followed no path, instinct could not lead him. Running to escape the uncontrollable force his eyes became glazed, mouth dripping white froth and sides heaving heavily. His breathing was loud, enough to be heard through the rain and thunder. The mud was slick, not good for his footing. He slid to his knees, moving forward the whole time, pounding his caps to the ground. As he came upon his feet again he whinnied desperately, searching for another. He ran and ran, not caring where he ended up, as long as it was not where he had been. A shadow soon cast over him, and the rain began to slacken. Looking above him, he saw the large tree's looming over his frame, leaves blowing about in a frenzy. He could not have run so far, across the valley in that mere time? Stepping into it's shelter he shivered at the cold. The rain had ceased to pelt his skin underneath the canoopy he stood beneath. Shaking the water from his coat he looked around, wet eyes clearing with rapid blinks. He smelled no other, this place was unclaimed. In the distance he heard the thunder roll. Wandering in further he set came to a small patch of bare land, surrounded by overhanging trees. Dropping to the earth, he n ursed huis tender knees, bruised and scraped from his fall. Laying his head on the ground he slept soundly, this forest would be Templado's herdlands. He had come here under great circumstances after all, he and it were meant to be...[/color]