Out of Character:
Rain was a curious facet of natures many whims upon the globe, able to fall in sheets or solitary droplets and change its strength from a drape along your shifting form to crushing you into the ground to meet with its settled form of a puddle. In truly felicitous noons one could find themselves bathed in a simple pessimistically dubbed drizzle but with the heat of the sun permeating through it to soften your outlook for the rest of that day. Typically though it fell with a stark refreshing chill that would sharpen the senses and snap a train of thought as it forced itself upon your attentions. Most importantly however...
"Bloody wet out here."
With a weakly supported klumph the door of a long disused carriage was shoved shut, great scores upon it's surface from various claws and only one set of marks belonged to the one who merely made use of it the previous night. The horses had long since scarpered or been devoured, most likely so did the driver and whatever passengers it may have had. Luggage and goods no doubt filched by others who had made use or simply discovered the broken wooden box... some beggar had even nicked the wheels. However it's new purpose of a simple little shelter wasn't badly fufilled as the Draconis which distanced himself from it began to ponder upon.
The landscape upon which his awakening figure looked upon wasn't strictly empty but it was certainly no great wound of civilisation upon nature. In the far distance near where the horizon slices into the sky he could make out faint smoke of what could be a furnace perhaps from a blacksmith... maybe a farm-stead going up completely, mattered little to be perfectly honest it wasn't the direction he was aiming to go. Had been lucky enough to be rewarded for living another day with just a light little mizzle, it would decorate and dapple little balls of moisture upon the clothing but it didn't lessen visibility. It's big brothers of down-pours and buckets had already hit the area before the Draconis' awakening though as large tracts of land were submerged completely in mizzle tickled puddles.
Small shudder ran through Reiko' frame as his feet dug into the ground, then sank, cold damp mud seeping between the huge clawed toes of his curious limb extremities. Then came the noise, for you see a Draconis' has such a high body heat that water hitting upon them barely gets long to remain in its liquid form and instead makes the trip to gaseous vapours very quickly. It does not do this noiselessly however and a pervading sizzle can be made out around the jutting striped snout poking out from his raised hood and among the steam clouds wafting up steadily from his large lethal feet. Bit of a palarva to start his fourth day of trekking, still he'd been assured by the soberest of patrons in the Cock and Strumpet that the next settlement was a mere six days strong walk and there would even be a manor house part of the way there to reassure him of going in the right direction. Hadn't cropped up though.
Thankfully it was no wanderers folly this route and while claimed back by nature in some segments there was still something of a trail, dusty and bare from the paths of wheels, hooves and feet. Most likely the odd wagon or two heading for the pantries of this undiscovered manor house, seemed a fair bet to hedge really. Took a moments effort to remove his feet from the deep gouges they'd made upon the water swollen dirt as he headed for the road, for one thing he was faintly curious on seeing a manor house this far out from nowhere. Besides if you stand alone in the wilderness, moving in mostly any direction should help your odds on meeting someone else, speak to while trekking. Not that he didn't make good company, sure he did, just that he already knows all the stories he might've been able to tell himself.
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