Post by Hoax on Nov 20, 2010 21:44:35 GMT -5
The overcast skies threatened to pour upon London. Clouds heavily pregnant with rain, ominously loomed in from the west and south corners brought in by a chilled wind. The previous few days had been nice, even for the fall season; the sun shining happily down upon the inhabitants of the city. But one couldn't expect every day to be full of sunshine and happiness. Today was one of those days that would cause cranky moods, short tempers and overall bad feelings. At least for those that do not enjoy the rain - like Voss.
"Bloody hell," the voice could be heard even through the wind bent feather reed grass. Even signs of rain made Voss cranky. He hated everything about the damned weather. It was cold, wet and it even made things smell unpleasant. If you were unlucky enough to travel to the rubbish dump, it smelt of rotten garbage. Beyond the dump, it would smell of worms and damp asphalt. And at the river banks of worms, wet soil and rotten fish. After it rained, there was no way to escape the smells unless you lived in a comfortable little house with humans.
The cement colored buck made his way through the reeds, cursing to himself about the weather. He wanted to make it home, to the rubbish dump, before the land was assaulted with the heaven's tears. He had been visiting with Ms. Cassie, a sweet little brown rat who lived along River Thames. Voss' hike home would be long and unpleasant if he didn't get a move on now, the rain making it harder to navigate safely across the city.
Once through the reeds, Voss ended up at the foot of a bridge that would take him back across the river and as close to the rubbish dump as he could get once across the river. He scurried along the footpath, making good time when the first rain drop fell. "Blood hell!" Voss squeaked as he pushed himself to move faster. Soon he was running as fast as his little rat feet could carry him. Weaving in and out of paths of humans. Most to busy to notice a rat on the footpath of a bridge. The few who weren't, merely moved away from the creature.
Finally across, Voss briskly walked through side streets and alleys. He could smell the rubbish dump from here. It wasn't unpleasant, as he had grown use to it once he moved in. More drops of rain began to drip from the skies. Nearing home, he prayed for the rain to hold off just a while longer.
