A Dark Journey [Brenson, Francis]

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Thunder rumbled loudly in Brenson’s ears, as soon as he saw the lightning. There wasn’t even a second between, which meant it was close by. The rain started to pick up almost right away, and soon Brenson’s fur was plastered to him, soaking wet and heavy. The dark spotted tom decided to get into a sheltered area. He scrabbled up the willow near him, lying next to a pond. He hadn’t noticed the pond before, and examined it. He noticed the smooth, round stones protruding from the dark water, seeming to lead a path across. Around the pond were a few bushes and trees. It wasn’t large, but it was big enough that he couldn’t swim across it. He looked up, blinking the rain out of his eyes. He dodged his head so some leaves were blocking the rain from his eyes. Brenson saw that the stones led across the pond to a thick area of shrubbery. Above the shrubs he could barely make out a house in the rain. It looked large, like a mansion. He recalled hearing stories about the place. Unfortunately, #B10 was not to close, and making it in the rain would be suicide. He knew he couldn’t stay in this tree for much longer. After judging him very limited options, Brenson jumped down to the closest stone and picked his way over them quickly. He came upon the plants, and ran into them, shaking them violently. They dripped the wet rain. Behind them was a beautiful hollow sheltered by the trees above it, and only a few drops of water made their way through. The ground was decorated with rusty-colored pines with a cracked fountain in the centre and a little bare stone showing through the ground. At the edge was a stone path that led up to the house, as it seemed. He ran over to it, dashing up like his life depended on it. He came upon a large ajar wood door, sheltered by a porch with rickety old boards. Someone obviously hadn’t been there for a long time. Brenson slipped in between the crack and appeared in a large foyer. To the sides were large dirty wood staircases, with a door between them leading to a dark room. Above there was a rusty ceiling, and below a large sweeping carpet. Old Victorian furniture decorated the room. Brenson stepped up fast as the door almost slammed on his bob tail. He gasped. The door had shut itself..? He stepped forward into the dark house, creaking the floorboards with every step.

[stormiday]

A flash of lightning lit the empire, followed by a booming crack of thunder. The noise rang in the curled ears of the steel gray and white tom. He hunched over his tan bag, trying to keeps its contents dry. His stripped fur waas plastered to his frame. Streams of rain water dripped frm his ears and nose. His paws ached, and freezing chills ran down his spine. Another fork of lightning cut across the dark sky and a thunder rang in the sage's ears moments later. He raiser his head and gazed around him for anywhere to hide from the horrid storm. He spotted at large house, boards were missing from it, and there were several places where is ws cracked, but where else was he suppose to go? He dashed up the cracked stone steps and into the dusty building. After he no longer felt drops of rain beating on his fur, he leaned against a pilar and slid onto the dust lined floor. Drops of water dripped from his fur, hid body shivered. He gazed outside, the storm appeared as if it would last for several more hours. There was no way he could be back to his house in the north quarter. He hoped that his page was in his house and out of the chilling downpour. His bright yellow gaze swept around the mansion. He saw in the shadows a figure. Francis jumped, but made no noise. He did know who this was. "Hello." He called quietly into the shadows. He remained his place leaned against the pilar. His fur making a large, clear puddle on the floor. He heard a creak of the floor boards where the figure was. Francis's tail poofed up to about twice it's regular size. Was this cat dangerous?