Sex: Male
There was no escaping thunderstorms in the lowlands. Cyril had learned that the hard way.
The monadnock would have been the perfect perch to watch the storm roll out, overtaking the lands of Lore, but he had already strayed too far from the rock. Dark clouds were nothing out of the norm for fall weather. Cyril had grown accustom to the darkened sky as the warmth of summer began to fade away. He had not expected the sky to sound like it was exploding as he headed west into unfamiliar territory. The first clap of thunder overhead caused him to jump nearly three feet in the air, his yellow eyes widening as a loud yelp escaped him. As soon as his paws connected with the ground once more Cyril glanced around feverishly to ensure nobody had witnessed his lapse of coolness. Once he determined he was alone a frown cut deep into his dark lips, his brows pinching as he glared at the sky.
Rude.
With a loud huff the boy continued forward, determined to continue his adventure despite the angry sky. It was not long until he reached the lip of the crater, his small paws gripping onto the edge to keep himself from tumbling over. Another clap of thunder sounded from the dark sky, followed closely by a flash of light. His ears fell flat against the back of his skull as he glanced down at the hole in the ground. Would it be safer in the crater? With a half shrug the boy allowed himself to slide down the slope, his body sideways to prevent himself from picking up speed or tumbling down onto the jagged rocks below. Once he reached the bottom he shuffled between the rocks, searching for a barren piece of land. Flopping down the smudge rolled onto his back, his forepaws hanging suspended above his stomach as he watched another crack of lightning sprawl across the sky.
If he couldn’t avoid the storm he would embrace it until it subsided.
Or until the rain arrived.