~~~~ Static ~~~~ 
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --Where: Caught in a freak storm, waiting it out under a stone overhang.With: Kirian, Siren, Regina and BlueMoon. Feels: Mixed feelings, he doesn't really know at this point...-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --Words: 1,141
Static winced a little, but was able to recover quickly at Bluemoon's sharp tone before anybody could notice him bristle. He didn't particularly like being talked to in such a demeaning way as that, but since she was injured, he'd just have to survive. The rain suddenly pouring into his left ear so that he had to shake his head to empty it, Static blew a blast of air threw his nostrils to calm his nerves. He didn't like storms, at all, especially ones as peculiar as this one. The thunder was rumbling angrily above their heads, building, and he knew that any moment, lightning would strike again. It always did. So, against his better judgment, he sulked off after the singed mare.
A deep clap of thunder sounded from over the mountains, causing him to lower his head a bit, though it wasn't until then that he saw Siren picking herself up from next to a nearby tree. He watched her in his peripheral, confused at first as to how she got like that, but then his gaze dropped as he hurried up closer to Bluemoon. Now he knew what had caused that thud when he'd reared... stupid! He was mentally banging his head against a tree at that very moment. She could have been hurt, because he couldn't keep his head. Glancing back at Siren once more, ashamed, and for only a moment, he quickly looked away again before she had a chance to see him. Maybe he needed to be gone when the storm was over. They'd probably fair better without him spooking at every turn anyway. He was a liability in so many ways right now.
As they reached the place that the mare had taken them, where they were expected to take shelter, Static's ears flattened. Lightning always struck at taller objects. These trees were monumental, you could probably see for miles at the top of one. No, no no no no no... he was not going to crouch under a big, tall tree and wait for his demise. Just as he was about to open his mouth, Siren spoke up, mirroring his thoughts. Well, the general message behind them at least. " There's no place more dangerous in a thunderstorm than around a bunch of trees, " she explained, and he was finally able to relax a bit. With that information out there, the petite, grey and white splashed mare took on that subtly dominating posture again. " Follow me, " And then she was off at a gallop, Regina and Kirian following her off into the night.
Static looked back to BlueMoon, tilting his head at a slight angle, and almost asked her if she needed help again before he caught his tongue. He knew she was in pain, but he could almost bet that she'd start biting his head off if he continued to offer her assistance. She didn't seem to be the kind to take aid very often, no matter how injured she was, but even at that, he wasn't going to leave her behind. Even at the risk of losing the others in the storm, he wanted to make sure she got to safety. After all, she'd freed him of that halter. He practically owed her his life for that alone. Waiting in an only vaguely anxious manner for her to collect herself, when she took off, he loped along after her, keeping himself a few tail lengths behind her in his stride.
Lighting flashed overhead frequently now, the rain becoming harder to avoid as the trees became thinner and further apart. This wasn’t exactly a comfort to the stallion, but if Siren thought it was safer where they were headed, he’d have to try and believe it. He could feel the steady slope gradually steepen under his hooves, and the slippery, wet grass caused his feet to want to slide all over the place. But he managed to keep his footing long enough for them to reach the wide, open meadow. The rain hit him like a wall now, no trees around to stop it as the ones they'd just exploded from faded off into the stormy darkness. The only reason he could even see where he was going was the lighting. FLASH. FLASH. FLICKER. It weaved in and out of the clouds like glowing hot snakes, and as Bluemoon ducked into the stone outcropping, Static had to throw his back end down just to slow enough to skid into home. Thunder boomed behind him as the sound of the rain was suddenly and acutely amplified by the stone, his legs shaky and dripping wet as he maneuvered toward the very back wall to lie down. Gratefully, the thunder was one of the only things the stone did muffle.
And now, he was cold. His entire body was saturated in rain water, his tall, once proud mane lank, limp and stuck to his back in the most itchy, irritating way. This caused him to grimace, and there was no point in trying to clean it up. Well, this was it. He was wet now. They all were. Now what? He looked around, his ears drooping and full of water again, and managed to catch a glimpse of Siren's coat in a flash of lightning. He shied away almost instantly, curling his tail around him tighter as the shivery puddle grew and expanded further. He still wasn't quite ready to face her directly after he'd freaked out in the forest. Yes, he realized how irrational he was being, but honestly, he hadn't had many dealings with mares back home. Not that he intentionally avoided them; he just hadn’t run up on many and normally stuck to his own family group. Or groups, as the case may be. In fact, he’d always kind of hoped something exciting would happen to him, or that maybe he'd meet a mare someday. Perhaps one that he liked for one reason or another. Though since he’d never actually had that happen, he’d always been free to fantasize over what he’d say and do. Whether he'd be suave, or take a cool approach, be bold or sensitive... this bared no resemblance to any of his versions, and frankly, it scared him. It was out of his comfort zone completely, and therefore, he didn't have any idea how to compose himself or act. A very new feeling for Static, being caught off guard, not knowing the outcome. As BlueMoon's pained sobs broke onto his thoughts, he turned his head to blearily strain through the darkness and spot her. He felt so helpless right now that it hurt. But there wasn't anything he could do to make it stop hurting. So with a soft plop, he lie his head down on the ground, and stared out at the storm.
