04-29-2021, 01:36 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-27-2021, 09:51 PM by Aso. Edited 1 time in total.)
Crackling.
Lightning strikes down on a nearby bed of flowers, causing the resting herd to move, alarmed. The plants and grasses in the spot are completely obliterated; would have been charred into nothing if residue from the lightning was leftover. Within the circular shape, a mismatched form lay. He lies there, breaths coming in even, long bursts. Clearly sleeping. The dampness of the fog is what makes him wake, head rising, rack fully on display. One red, one blue, they open with a calmness someone waking to a strange place should not have.
The prince stands.
He forces his slightly shaking legs to calm down - he must keep his princely looks. A prince never falters. The fog prevents him from truly seeing everything around himself, but he does notice the herd calming, completely ignoring him now. Elk, not deer, he notes. Not his herd, they won't know him for his rank within his homelands. Not that Rajah would speak to them, not yet at least. When the prince finally steadies, his fluffy tail flicks behind him. There doesn't seem to be any danger, not from smells, or sight; even with the fog obscuring most of his vision.
The prince decides sticking with this herd for now would be the better choice - at least until the fog lets up and he gets a good look at everything.
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