12-16-2017, 03:32 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-16-2018, 09:34 PM by Jade Harley.)
The weather is miserable today.
The rain crashes down with a relentless, pounding fury, pouring in windblown sheets from a green-tinted sky which resembles nothing so much as a pit of boiling tar. It rings against my golden scales, running in rivulets down the lithe, muscular contours of my magnificent chest and dripping from my clawed fingers (a word I am certain by now that I'm never going to like, regardless of how useful they may be), and the tips of my pointed ears. Both my ridiculous hair and my horrible trousers are soaked through, and the latter are blackened by mud; with every step I take, I sink ankle-deep into the muck of the road.
Thunder breaks in the distance, illuminating a landscape of sodden fields, tempest-tossed trees and shuttered homesteads in an instant of pitiless white light. The aftermath leaves me squinting, but even so, I know where I'm going; A barn looms ahead, beyond a low stone wall, it's granite foundations rising above the surrounding mire. High in the loft, a lantern has been lit, a soft orange beacon glowing in the night.
I break into a run - and instantly slip, falling heavily in a manure-scented puddle. The cold doesn't bother me - it's as nothing beside the frigid wastes of the Spacehunter nebula. Rain has always been beneath my notice - its just water, after all. Even the storm's fury pales before the devastation I've visited upon countless worlds; but I've never had to deal with mud like this before. In my original form, my sheer titanic mass made soggy conditions a non-issue. Bellowing in anger I rise from the humiliating, foetid sludge and vault the stone wall, slogging my way through the mire to the barn's front door: a simple affair of wooden planks and iron fittings.
I rip it off its hinges, and then in two. The old, sodden timber pops and cracks within my grip, offering no more resistance than brittle paper, and the spectacle of its ruin takes the edge off my ire. Discarding the remains, consigning them to the murky sludge, I stomp my way indoors.
The rain crashes down with a relentless, pounding fury, pouring in windblown sheets from a green-tinted sky which resembles nothing so much as a pit of boiling tar. It rings against my golden scales, running in rivulets down the lithe, muscular contours of my magnificent chest and dripping from my clawed fingers (a word I am certain by now that I'm never going to like, regardless of how useful they may be), and the tips of my pointed ears. Both my ridiculous hair and my horrible trousers are soaked through, and the latter are blackened by mud; with every step I take, I sink ankle-deep into the muck of the road.
Thunder breaks in the distance, illuminating a landscape of sodden fields, tempest-tossed trees and shuttered homesteads in an instant of pitiless white light. The aftermath leaves me squinting, but even so, I know where I'm going; A barn looms ahead, beyond a low stone wall, it's granite foundations rising above the surrounding mire. High in the loft, a lantern has been lit, a soft orange beacon glowing in the night.
I break into a run - and instantly slip, falling heavily in a manure-scented puddle. The cold doesn't bother me - it's as nothing beside the frigid wastes of the Spacehunter nebula. Rain has always been beneath my notice - its just water, after all. Even the storm's fury pales before the devastation I've visited upon countless worlds; but I've never had to deal with mud like this before. In my original form, my sheer titanic mass made soggy conditions a non-issue. Bellowing in anger I rise from the humiliating, foetid sludge and vault the stone wall, slogging my way through the mire to the barn's front door: a simple affair of wooden planks and iron fittings.
I rip it off its hinges, and then in two. The old, sodden timber pops and cracks within my grip, offering no more resistance than brittle paper, and the spectacle of its ruin takes the edge off my ire. Discarding the remains, consigning them to the murky sludge, I stomp my way indoors.