Running is stressful and allegedly good for your heart. Well, Soromon's heart felt as if it was going to pound out of his chest. He kept looking back into the woods, half-expecting a team of masked hunters to run him down. The rain refused to cease, the raindrops pelting his head and matting his hair to his skull. The rainwater had already soaked through his clothes, making his arms cold and heavy. His bag which held at this moment everything that he owned felt as if it weighed a hundred pounds. Still he trudged onward, the muddy path behind him being washed away with rainwater. The trees bowing from the water on their leaves that was starting to freeze. He shivered, it was so damn cold out here. He already missed home. It was warm there. It was dry there.
No, he was a big boy... he was not going to run back home already.
He cursed the rain under his breath, he would find a way out of the rain. If he had it his way he would never see rain again. Which way was east again? Oh hell, he had no idea where he was going!
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No, he was a big boy... he was not going to run back home already.
He cursed the rain under his breath, he would find a way out of the rain. If he had it his way he would never see rain again. Which way was east again? Oh hell, he had no idea where he was going!
[Topic Left]
[Country Left]
[Run Time: 1 Hour]