05-09-2020, 11:20 PM
Springtime was easily the region's loveliest time of year, in terms of the weather.
Autumn brought forth rainstorms of monumental proportions, as well as high winds that modified the freshly fallen leaves into precarious projectiles. Winter was a blotchy amalgamation of snow and sleet, and the temperature oft fluctuated between far too hot and just a tad too cold. The Summer, however, established itself as the worst of all four seasons. Being within a subtropical climate, Tanglewood's wetlands and woodlands adopted air that is far to muggy to breathe typically towards early June, if not by the end of May. In addition to the humid atmosphere, the sun unfortunately found joy in seeking to boil the nearby residents alive. And, while not a direct factor of the weather itself, the local population of insects replaced The Pitt as Enemy Number One, what with the copious amount of them trying to make a feast out of literally anyone and everyone.
Thus, Spring stood atop the podium as best season. It brought not weather of the shitty variety, nor did it piggyback an unhealthy figure of black flies and mosquitoes. Instead, the season heralded light rains and soothing breezes, livable temperatures and enjoyable air. As should anyone with a brain inside their skull, Leroy comfortably called Spring his favourite. The General got outside the most this time of year, going on hikes and reveling in the adequate conditions. He also loved Spring for the fact that one could finally host bonfires once again - doing so in the Winter months was certainly possible, of course, but you had to evade the awful precipitation in order to keep a steady flame going.
This year, the wolfhound found himself savouring the season somewhat more than usual. Perhaps this was because, for this first time in years, the fine folks of Tanglewood weren't threatened by any hostile group or entity. Last year, at around this time, Ninazu or Stryker or whoever the fuck had the desert-dwelling fucks under their jurisdiction ordered an attack on the forest territory, and Leroy had put his life on the line in order to defend his home. Thankfully, the Pittian threat seemed to fall dormant sometime in the past handful of months, meaning the tribe had nothing to worry about.
Yeah, it's been pretty easygoing, lately.
Two days ago, Leroy took time to relish the land's coastline, getting his paws a bit dirty in the moist sand and soil.
Yesterday, he paid a visit to the cemetery on the town's outskirts. He didn't bother trying to read the headstones, since he's completely illiterate. Instead, he admired the marble statues and busts of humans and their religious symbols.
Today, he watched as an extraterrestrial object hurled through the planet's atmosphere in a huge-ass inferno, slamming the absolute fuck into the Earth somewhere West.
The day was only in its early hours, and just minutes before, the sky had depicted that fact. However, as the foreign body entered the atmosphere, the heavens lit up as if it was high noon, as something brighter than the sun hurled through the atmosphere above. Leroy'd seen nothing of this sort before. He recalled reading newspapers that sported pictures of meteor showers, but never did he observe one in person. Hell, with how close the thing flew to the ground, it's presence could be felt; the male wouldn't be surprised if a couple dozen trees were flattened in the territory's outer reaches.
Feeling the falling object's force whilst it shot across the horizon was only the butt end of what'd be felt this morning. Soon after the meteorite hurtled out of view, the sky resumed its typical pre-morning hue of dark blue. Only a scarce supply of minutes separated the bright sky's diminishing and the following blast. The explosion was obviously a fat stretch away, though the distance didn't mitigate the impact's volume by that much. On a scale of totally quiet to absolutely deafening, the collision sat at an 'ow, my ears'.
Leroy couldn't find a means of mentally processing what the fuck had just happened. The happening played on replay upon a hypothetical screen within his mind. The meteorite entered the sky, lit everything up, before disappearing and possibly smashing into the ground. God, it was going in the Typhoon's direction; unless it crashed into the waves far away from the island's territory, Tanglewood's ally had a high possibility of being utterly screwed.
The worry he had for the Typhoon soon morphed into worry for his own people, as the ground beneath his very paws began to tremble in a treacherous and unreliable manner. He stood at the base of the building he shared with Crow, and had previously left its walls in order to watch the cosmic even unfolding up above. Whilst he attempted to maintain his balance against the shaking earth, the sound of objects falling off of shelves inside his home had reached his folded ears. Fuck, Crow was in there. If this really was an earthquake, then his boyfriend could get really hurt inside the house. The both of them had to get to a spot that's open and far away from structures.
He boldly barged through the doorway and scrambled to the room where the alabaster feline slumbered. "We're gettin' the fuck outta here, pal!" he cried, afterwards picking him up by the scruff and dashing out of their home. And he kept running. Or, at least, he tried to keep running. The ground unconditionally refused to let up with its trembling, causing the canine to lose his footing in a couple of instances. Though he continued to sprint away from his home with Crow's scruff in his maw until finally arriving at the town square, where their closest thing to a hazard was the lump that used to be a statue.
He lowers his posture and places the male down on the ground, saying to him in a tone laced with fear and uncertainty, "I dunno what the fuck's gonna happen next, but we gotta stay here." Then, returning to a standing position, he raises his voice in an attempt to overpower the catastrophic noise of destruction and shouts, "COME TO THE TOWN SQUARE! IT'S SAFE!"
// it's a friggin earthquake thing. due to the asteroid's enormous size and its capability to completely mess up the typhoon's territory, the tremors that tanglewood is facing will result in immense structural damage! this can range from small furniture being broken to houses and homes being crumbled.
// the tremors will continue until stated otherwise in a future post. and even then, aftershocks can still happen
Autumn brought forth rainstorms of monumental proportions, as well as high winds that modified the freshly fallen leaves into precarious projectiles. Winter was a blotchy amalgamation of snow and sleet, and the temperature oft fluctuated between far too hot and just a tad too cold. The Summer, however, established itself as the worst of all four seasons. Being within a subtropical climate, Tanglewood's wetlands and woodlands adopted air that is far to muggy to breathe typically towards early June, if not by the end of May. In addition to the humid atmosphere, the sun unfortunately found joy in seeking to boil the nearby residents alive. And, while not a direct factor of the weather itself, the local population of insects replaced The Pitt as Enemy Number One, what with the copious amount of them trying to make a feast out of literally anyone and everyone.
Thus, Spring stood atop the podium as best season. It brought not weather of the shitty variety, nor did it piggyback an unhealthy figure of black flies and mosquitoes. Instead, the season heralded light rains and soothing breezes, livable temperatures and enjoyable air. As should anyone with a brain inside their skull, Leroy comfortably called Spring his favourite. The General got outside the most this time of year, going on hikes and reveling in the adequate conditions. He also loved Spring for the fact that one could finally host bonfires once again - doing so in the Winter months was certainly possible, of course, but you had to evade the awful precipitation in order to keep a steady flame going.
This year, the wolfhound found himself savouring the season somewhat more than usual. Perhaps this was because, for this first time in years, the fine folks of Tanglewood weren't threatened by any hostile group or entity. Last year, at around this time, Ninazu or Stryker or whoever the fuck had the desert-dwelling fucks under their jurisdiction ordered an attack on the forest territory, and Leroy had put his life on the line in order to defend his home. Thankfully, the Pittian threat seemed to fall dormant sometime in the past handful of months, meaning the tribe had nothing to worry about.
Yeah, it's been pretty easygoing, lately.
Two days ago, Leroy took time to relish the land's coastline, getting his paws a bit dirty in the moist sand and soil.
Yesterday, he paid a visit to the cemetery on the town's outskirts. He didn't bother trying to read the headstones, since he's completely illiterate. Instead, he admired the marble statues and busts of humans and their religious symbols.
Today, he watched as an extraterrestrial object hurled through the planet's atmosphere in a huge-ass inferno, slamming the absolute fuck into the Earth somewhere West.
The day was only in its early hours, and just minutes before, the sky had depicted that fact. However, as the foreign body entered the atmosphere, the heavens lit up as if it was high noon, as something brighter than the sun hurled through the atmosphere above. Leroy'd seen nothing of this sort before. He recalled reading newspapers that sported pictures of meteor showers, but never did he observe one in person. Hell, with how close the thing flew to the ground, it's presence could be felt; the male wouldn't be surprised if a couple dozen trees were flattened in the territory's outer reaches.
Feeling the falling object's force whilst it shot across the horizon was only the butt end of what'd be felt this morning. Soon after the meteorite hurtled out of view, the sky resumed its typical pre-morning hue of dark blue. Only a scarce supply of minutes separated the bright sky's diminishing and the following blast. The explosion was obviously a fat stretch away, though the distance didn't mitigate the impact's volume by that much. On a scale of totally quiet to absolutely deafening, the collision sat at an 'ow, my ears'.
Leroy couldn't find a means of mentally processing what the fuck had just happened. The happening played on replay upon a hypothetical screen within his mind. The meteorite entered the sky, lit everything up, before disappearing and possibly smashing into the ground. God, it was going in the Typhoon's direction; unless it crashed into the waves far away from the island's territory, Tanglewood's ally had a high possibility of being utterly screwed.
The worry he had for the Typhoon soon morphed into worry for his own people, as the ground beneath his very paws began to tremble in a treacherous and unreliable manner. He stood at the base of the building he shared with Crow, and had previously left its walls in order to watch the cosmic even unfolding up above. Whilst he attempted to maintain his balance against the shaking earth, the sound of objects falling off of shelves inside his home had reached his folded ears. Fuck, Crow was in there. If this really was an earthquake, then his boyfriend could get really hurt inside the house. The both of them had to get to a spot that's open and far away from structures.
He boldly barged through the doorway and scrambled to the room where the alabaster feline slumbered. "We're gettin' the fuck outta here, pal!" he cried, afterwards picking him up by the scruff and dashing out of their home. And he kept running. Or, at least, he tried to keep running. The ground unconditionally refused to let up with its trembling, causing the canine to lose his footing in a couple of instances. Though he continued to sprint away from his home with Crow's scruff in his maw until finally arriving at the town square, where their closest thing to a hazard was the lump that used to be a statue.
He lowers his posture and places the male down on the ground, saying to him in a tone laced with fear and uncertainty, "I dunno what the fuck's gonna happen next, but we gotta stay here." Then, returning to a standing position, he raises his voice in an attempt to overpower the catastrophic noise of destruction and shouts, "COME TO THE TOWN SQUARE! IT'S SAFE!"
// it's a friggin earthquake thing. due to the asteroid's enormous size and its capability to completely mess up the typhoon's territory, the tremors that tanglewood is facing will result in immense structural damage! this can range from small furniture being broken to houses and homes being crumbled.
// the tremors will continue until stated otherwise in a future post. and even then, aftershocks can still happen
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