Username + ID#: Griff 254592
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https://i.imgur.com/YzDdbfq.png Chosen Prompt: What type of weather would they prefer to never experience again?
Prompt Response:
With his love of the outdoors, it was bound to happen at least once in his life. He had his shelter, yes, but he had strayed far in his explorations that evening! The trail had grown interesting, and was strangely absent of dangerous creatures. In the sky he could hear distant rumblings, but he did not think too much about it. After all, what was a small bit of thunder anyways? It sounded far away, so surely it would not affect him. Besides, if he really thought about it, it almost sounded like the gods were playing drums up there and that thought was kind of cool. So he did not worry much, and took his time exploring.
The first bit of rain started to fall, but it felt refreshing. A light mist, almost soothing after the hot and humid day. No need to found a lake tonight, this was perfect! The ground was getting softer, mushier... but that was alright too. It was fun to walk on, almost like a slippery slide! He could wash out the mud later certainly, and his coat would be good as new! Or maybe he could let it dry off and it could almost be like a mud bath? Either way, nothing concerning!
Phillip kept thinking positive... but the sounds of rumbling were getting louder. He realized the last clap or two had vibrated within him, making his bones feel like they were moving on their own even. That was an uncomfortable feeling, and it was the first thing that made him hasten his steps a bit quicker. Maybe it was not such a good idea to be out here during the coming storm after all? Another loud boom nearly deafened him, putting an uncomfortable ringing sound in his ears. This had been a very bad idea indeed!
Only he realized now he had walked too far. He could not hear anything, and the trail behind him was muddied and wet. It would be impossible to follow his footsteps home, as they were all now mushed soil and nothing more. He swallowed back a deep whine, fear creeping into his heart. Was he lost? Surely he could look up to the stars and make his way home that way? Looking up however, he saw the stars had been blotted out, covered with dark clouds that allowed no star to shine its light through. Now he was afraid, his ears pinning back and his usual carefree expression all but gone. What would he do now? What could he do? He stopped, staring at the skies as though he could will the clouds to part. As if with his own willpower he could make the stars reappear and show him the way home once again.
Unfortunately for him, it was a different sort of light that filled the skies. With another deafening crack, multiple streaks of lightning split across the skies. The light was intense, blinding, and that whimper he had swallowed back before released itself in a pitiful sound that none in the area could hear. His own vision nearly blinded from the light he stumbled back, tripping and landing himself into a thick pocket of mud. It clung to his long fut, heavy and damp. He could hear his own whimpering grow louder, his mind racing as he tried to figure out what he could do next. He had to get home, but how would he find the way now? Every way he knew to usually take was unavailable to him, distorted by the storm surrounding him..
He tried to listen once more, but as he did the rain started to come down. Large droplets of water slammed into his form, taking the mud away but leaving his coat just as heavy. He found it brought with it a freezing cold, and each droplet that hit he could swear he felt like an insect sting. He did not hold his whimpering now, knowing that none could hear him anyways. Even if it was clear, he had no voice after all. Wait, he had his instruments! Maybe he could play upon them and call for help? Yes! If he played loud enough, surely some kind soul would find him and help him get home! Or if not home, at least to safety? He would consider it a win just to find shelter right now!
Only... no matter what he found to try and play, he melody could not be heard. The instruments could make no sound in the wet weather, no matter how loudly he banged upon them or clanged them together. His notepad was soaking wet, and he realized he had lost all of his methods of communication. He was mute in this terrible storm, lost, and alone. His heart was racing in his chest, he felt a panic growing in his soul. What if he never found his way home? What if he remained lost out here in these woods? Nobody would know where to look for him, there would be no trail to find! He could very well perish out here, and who would know? His body would return to the earth, and any friends he had made would never know what had happened to him! Fear made his stomach turn, and he found himself heaving up his lunch. Nothing was going his way, nothing was happening right. What could he do? Was there anything he could do but try to wait it out? Or if he waited it out, would he freeze to death and get swallowed up by the endless mud?
As the negative thoughts threatened to fill his usually calm mind, a paw was set on his shoulder. Startled he looked up, finding a pair of brought gold eyes that just smiled kindly. A pair of arms wrapped around him, sheltering him from any more oncoming rain. "You are not alone, and you will not die here," the visitor said, and there was a wink given before the two were teleported away. Phillip found himself in a cave, warm and dry. What had just happened? He looked over to see his rescuer, who simply smiled. "Why don't I tell you a few stories over the fire hmmm?"
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