rock n roll if you don't // p - izuku

Just! His! Luck!

"[color=#FF9900]No, no, no," Ashaad muttered, waddling over a cool stretch of earth, trying to remember which way the main camp was. He had went and gotten himself all turned around out here and those clouds overhead looked a little bit more dark and foreboding than he was comfortable with. This was a real aw, beans sort of situation but he was too busy huffing and puffing to bother with the odd expletive, looking as though someone had scared legs onto a loaf of bread and set it to run amok in the wilderness.

He paused, a soft uuuhhh, shivering on his lips out of nervousness rather than fear. Home, new home, was still nowhere to be found, and now the sky was coming down cold and sleety. Small droplets at first, icy kisses to the ground and to his ticked coat and his nose (he didn't care for that very much). Eventually, Ashaad knew he wasn't going to get where he wanted right now. Salvation came when he encountered a stack of rocks that offered shelter from the storm, which had grown in intensity. He scooted in, soaked and salty and waiting for this all to blow over.

[member=183]izuku[/member]