Legionnaire's Lament [open]

[River]

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[bg=121212][atrb=align,justify] The air was fringed with the lacy cold of a coming leaf-bare, it was crisp and completely colorless. It was late in the afternoon, not that you could really tell by looking at the sky, which was also colorless though a little less crisp. The soft patter of rain droned against the stone outside, and fell at times through the broken glass of the stained building's windows. A small tom sat just inside the entryway, his back straight and his thin tail wrapped around oversized paws. His equally oversized ears were folded back against his head in efforts to keep the cold out of them, which wasn't exactly the most successful venture he had ever gone on. Not than many of his ventures were successful in the first place. He shuffled uncomfortably, narrowing his eyes as if someone had appeared in front of him for the sole purpose of insulting him. Oh, this was terrible. He'd meant to go out hunting on his own, but didn't quite feel like it now what with the rain. Lowering himself into a reclining position, he turned his head and its massive radar ears to scope the area for any game to be had in this room, but his brief search turned up nothing of interest. Another venture failed. Probably because he'd already been sitting here quite a while. Hmph. He turned a now-irritated face back to the doorway, watching the rain catapult itself at the dirty stones of the outside. He supposed he could catapult himself just as well to another sheltered building and get things done there, but he also figured that, like the rain, he would end up splattering himself against a wall. In which case, another failed venture. He pushed himself to his feet, even though he'd lain down only moments ago. With a rhythmic and unconscious flicking of his bald tail-tip, he began to stalk back and forth across the room. This simply was not fun, this weather and this frame of thought. Pacing might be a bit more fun, and if anyone asked, he'd blame it on cabin fever. Yes, cabin fever. Even though it really hadn't been that long since he was out and about. Oh well. Here's hoping for better weather soon, that this was simply a short shower on a cold day. Off in the distance, a short rumble of thunder answered him, billowing over and between the buildings like an unwelcome fog. Another failed venture.