[ Wont ] Rain on Me { O }

[Rhetorical.x.]

Hardly anything interesting to look at, never minding there was not much of anything to really look at in the first place. Dusty land stretched until the horizon any which way you turned your head- the South. Was it not the greatest? The sky was a pristine blue, not one fluffy white cloud anywhere to be seen. It was the type of blue you never really see unless the sky has been washed, rinsed and hung to dry after a rain storm. That was exactly what had happened only moments before.

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[/b]ry, dusty sandy terrain was a shade darker than before, and the top layer of dust and dirt were moist from the rain drops. If disturbed, the ground would be found dry only a few centimeters below the wet gritty earth which had gotten soaked. Any vegetation, which was very few, had attempted to catch every drop and direct them to the soil around their roots. Thirsty soil below quickly drank them up, roots making a short job of the water, nary a thank you to be heard from any of them. Rocks and boulders accepted the water drops from heaven without much change, droplets bouncing or rolling off the dusty hard surface only to land on the ground which wasn't any better, really.

"Curse that rain..."

Q[/b]uiet voice made itself known in the wide open desert, it seemed to think nobody would be around to listen. Investigating further, it would be found that the voice belonged to a bird. A rather large bird, perched in one of the few trees of the South. Carefully with her beak, she seized a feather and gently preened it as dry as she could, then putting it back where it belonged she moved onto the next one.

D[/b]idn't take much thought to realize that the bird had gotten caught in the sudden downfall of rain. Having got caught, she made her way to the nearest tree- and her luck that it was one of those trees with two or three branches. Hardly enough to provide decent shelter, if not just a place to wait out the steady rain. However, now that the rain was done and it's 'harm' done as well, the scraggly bone bare tree offered a lovely place to sit in the sun to dry. As the sun had gotten washed, rinsed and hung to dry, it seemed that the female had gotten the same treatment, and was now hanging herself out to dry.

"Should have known..."

C[/b]ursing the sudden shower, with a sigh the vulture seemed to let the matter slip away. Wings slowly unfurled themselves as she edged further away from the trunk of the tree, her wings did not have enough room to fully extend so she stopped with them halfway. Colorful head seemed a strong contrast from her brownish black feathers, colors included yellow, blue, purple and a pink tinge. Content with her preening, the vulture heaved a light sigh and allowed the sun to undo the rain's damage. Moist, wet feathers would soon dry in the Southern sun. With one strike against her having her expected perfect day, she could only hope that nothing else might disturb her, when finished drying she had the rest of her day planned to soar around her desert. Hers only in the sense that she had been born here, not one of the fugitives she was one of the rare beasts who called the South her home.[/center]


~*~OoC~*~
Character; Dovetail ~ Lesser Yellow-Headed Vulture
Word Count; 578
Muse; Satisfactory
Status; Open to all![/blockquote][/size][/color]

[{ b l u e }]

... it's not gonna rain on my parade either.

What he was doing wandering the Ruins was beyond him. He had a territory of his own to roam and defend. Yet, there he was, scuffing the dusty ground as he gazed at the ancient and deteriorated structures... if you could even call them that. The Ruins were nothing more than a few boulders and weathered walls. But somehow, the odd stones had managed to catch Ghalzan's interest, at least for the moment.

For a fleeting moment, the bulky stallion seemed genuinely absorbed in studying a particularly odd rock formation; but that was before rain, of all things, began to pelt his prone body.

Gold eyes widening in purest surprise, Ghalzan simply stood in the downpour, the cool droplets of water one of the things he would have welcomed most on a day like this. If he had been one to believe in such things, he would have called it a miracle; rain never fell here. Or, very rarely at the least.

The odd day shifted to frightening when the smallest trace of a grin picked at the corners of the stallion's mouth. "Well, isn't this nice?" he murmured, steam beginning to rise from both the ground and his soaked body. But just like that, the rain and Ghalzan's smile faded away.

Stepping from the shadow of a wall and into the sunlight, Ghalzan gave his pelt a good shake. Rust mane and tail flying along with droplets of water, it almost would have been comical had the creature doing the action been someone else.

Sighing with a rare sense of contentment, Ghalzan closed his eyes and let the heat of the sun start to evaporate the water from his back. For this was the cycle of the desert; the clouds give, the sun takes it back. Desert plants would be lucky to get even a tiny amount of water before the sun stole it all back, though they were lucky today. The sudden storm had lasted longer than expected, giving the plants plenty of time to reap what they could, though the same might not be said of the other inhabitants.

Ghalzan wasn't concerned though; he knew where to find water in his little territory. There wasn't much, but it was enough to keep him alive, and that's what counted. Flicking his tail to rid it of the last of the rainwater, Ghalzan's reverie was shattered as a voice pierced his ears. It was barely audible, but loud enough to put a sour expression on the stallion.

"Urgh, and here I thought I'd be able to enjoy the Ruins alone... though 'enjoy' is and overstatement." he mumbled, rotating his ears in an attempts to pinpoint the source of the sound. After hearing it yet again, he concluded that whatever else was here was only a little ways away.

Might as well go and see what it is. he decided grudgingly, and with a dismissive shrug he moved off. He didn't need to walk far at all, for in a rather pitiful excuse for a tree there perched a bird. Or, a vulture to be exact.

A rather smug expression upon his features, Ghalzan lifted his gaze to face the creature. It was a curious looking thing, something he hadn't seen before; vultures were common, but not one that had such an oddly colored head.

"Got caught in the rain, did we? Quite an enjoyable shower, if I may say so myself." he called casually up to the bird, flicking his tail. Luckily for her and anyone else who might happen upon them, Ghalzan was in a sociable mood; probably something just as rare as rain in this desert.

--status: complete
--muse: decent
--words: 631
--notes: fff it seems i always have good Ghalzan muse. Go figure.

-just jinxed herself-

[Rhetorical.x.]

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[/b]ays of sunlight quickly did the job of drying up any water who had not gotten soaked up by the dry soil, or any droplets which had landed on a hydrophobic surface. Spring was in the air, and the vulture didn't doubt that with this rare chance of rain the desert flowers would be popping up very soon. She would never admit it, but it was her favorite time of year- there was actually color in her home. Nevertheless, she enjoyed the desert year round, in it's dry, dusty, parched, cracked, inhabitable state. How she loved it.

D[/b]ovetail extended her wings just a touch more, the sun had done a beautiful job in drying her feathers. She enjoyed the rain, rather what it did to the land and not what it did to her feathers. Vain vulture craned her bald head back to preen at her feathers once more, bony beak selected individual feathers carefully before settling them back into place. While her attention was on the future results of the short rain shower, and how she hated getting wet a voice rang out from below nearly startling her into a ready-for flight stance.

"G[/b]ot caught in the rain, did we? Quite an enjoyable shower, if I may say so myself."[/i]

C[/b]arrion eater fluttered her wings, as if shaking water droplets from them that hadn't rolled off, then tucked them close to her side. She peered down from her perch to perceive that she was being paid a visit by an incredibly large beast. Brain searched for the right word, she knew sheep but this was clearly not a sheep. It didn't have any horns, and was clearly not a female..

I[/b]nstead of agreeing to the fact that she had gotten caught in the rain, she replied instead, tone along the lines of friendly banter while also near irritation, "Enjoyable? Had I gotten decent shelter from said enjoyable shower, then it might have been truly enjoyable."

C[/b]olorful head cocked slightly though eyes remained on the animal below, "I would be so bold to point out that I was not the only one who got caught in the rain."

S[/b]harp eyes took in his moist form, already it was nearly dry from the aid of the fireball in the sky. Dark hide only helped the suns job in ridding any moisture that might be left. The bird and beast below had that in common.

S[/b]he still continued to search her memory, had she ever seen an animal like this before? It certainly was not a coyote, or wolf. The muzzle, however long like a canine, did not seem to hold any carnivorous teeth. The feet were hard and consisted of only one toe... It suddenly struck her, only two facts struck out her current idea of what her visitor was yet she did not let that deter her mindset. She had seen several in her life time, so this had to be it. Minus the long ears, minus a scraggly tail, and put in instead short ears and a rather full and elegant tail- she was being visited by a burro![/blockquote][/center]

~*~OoC~*~
Character; Dovetail ~ Lesser Yellow-Headed Vulture
Word Count; 521
Muse; Fun!
Status; Open to all!
Notes; Woot, a miracle on my first post! ... Sorry about that, had been looking at the information under Setting on the left and read 'frequent rain showers' but forgot about the desert. My bad! x3[/blockquote][/color][/size]

[{ b l u e }]

... it's not gonna rain on my parade either.

If only Ghalzan could have heard the vulture's musings in regard to his species. The following spectacle after he had found out what the other creature had categorized him as would have been something bordering frightening.

But he was not a mind reader, much to the benefit of all others in his presence. So he continued his casual chat, though how much longer his oddly serene mood would last was anyone's guess.
Blinking slowly as he listened to the avian speak, Ghalzan allowed a smirk to cross his lips.
"Well, for one such as myself, rain is something to be appreciated in a place like this... or any water, for that matter." he responded with the slightest hint of contempt. How anybeast could complain about rain is beyond me, bird or otherwise.

"And you observe correctly; I was also caught in our little downpour. There's not much cover from anything out here." he continued, dismissing his previous train of thought. "I have no problem with rain, but the sun is another matter entirely..."

If looks could kill, the sun would have been no more as Ghalzan glared skyward. Of course he knew how important the ball of fiery gas was, but in a place like the Eldoro, few could argue that life would be so much easier without its searing heat bearing down on them every single day.

Sighing inwardly, the stallion brought his gaze back to the vulture perching the the tree before him. Time for a change of subject.
"Well, since I don't exactly feel like calling you 'Vulture' every time we speak, might I ask what your name is?"

--status: complete
--muse: so-so
--words: 349, including coding
--notes: muse wasn't so good on this one. :I