1 March 2012
Part one.
Tawer sat alone, watching the skies above him while listening to the music that blared from the earbuds in his ears. Dark clouds rolled overhead, the wind pushing leaves an debris into Tawer's face. He scowled, standing up and turning with his back to the wind. Why did it have to storm? He had been waiting for a good, sunny day for him to lazily sit outside and soak warmth. It was April, so why shouldn't he want that? He flicked his long ears with irritation. "Bloody weather," he sniffed, stepping towards his house, a large Victorian manor. Pulling up his hood, Tawer picked up speed until he was at a dead run for his door. He jumped on his porch and rested his hand on the doorknob, taking one last look at the virulent weather. He wasn't afraid, but the sudden change concerned him. Something was going to happen. He pulled on the knob and stepped inside, flipping on the light switch to activate the crystal chandelier that hung above him. Light flowed into the house, casting out the darkness that the oncoming storm sent. He sighed with relief. "At least I got inside..." he breathed. Now to wait out this creature.
(Part two if this gets popular)
We Met One Stormy Night • Opuss № I