Lullay Sweet Princess || CameoxSkitz
Oct 30, 2013 15:49:09 GMT -5
Post by Gone5eva on Oct 30, 2013 15:49:09 GMT -5
The wind gusted through the reddening leaves, flicking them this way and that in a flurry of excitement only mother nature understood. Winter was coming, and Mason could feel it were going to be another harsh season. His hands gripped tighter onto his cherry wood crutch, brown eyes lifting to the sky, Overhead, grey thunderheads oppressed the land, casting their dark shadows across the horizon. The air itself tasted thick with moisture, and the occasional spit of rain would plummet from the sky.
Before the 'accident,' Mason would have said he loved the rain. Loved the updrafts gusting every which way, fluttering his hair, the angry lightning forking across the sky. But today, his leg ached. It burned at the ankle, and his knee was being particularly difficult to handle. In his thick, dark brown leather overcoat, he struggled along. The only thing keeping the limb straight had to be his faded blue jeans. He even cursed his work boots, which usually helped him get along- though today they hindered his progress down the rocky street.
Copper eyes crushed the land he wandered across, his knuckles white with effort from dragging himself along. He managed to get a few feet further when the first rains began, a drizzle at first, then a vicious flurry cascading down from space, drenching his hobbling form. The crutch grew slippery from the wetness, and as he toiled along, he tripped over a particularly deep hole, and threw out his hands to catch himself.
A sharp, shooting pain echoed through his left leg, and a tenor scream penetrated the air, followed by a few colorful choice words. He managed onto his rear, glaring down at his hands where tiny rocks invaded the flesh, his stubby fingers attempting to remove some of the smaller, more painful flecks of rock. They rose to pull his damp hair from sticking to his forehead, running over his blonde stubble gracing his chin and cheeks. Copper eyes glanced around in the pouring rain, settling upon his crutch- almost five feet away. Had he thrown it when he fell?
He stretched and stretched, but the pounding rain overhead combined with the pain in his hips kept him from reaching his goal.
