Yes, well...it is a dark and stormy night. FT shelters himself with his arms as the rain pelts him hard. He coughs a bit, the clothes on his body soaked and sticking to his green scaley body. Each time the lightening flashes through the sky, FT searches for anything he can use as shelter in the temporary light.
The rain comes down harder and the higher he goes up the mountainous forest, the wind whips harder, freezing the dragon to the bone. He regrets taking a small hiking trip now and curses the weatherman for not accuarately predicting the weather. FT seeks shelter under a small tree, which doesn't provide much protection from the storm. The dragon sees two choices. Continue going up or go back down. Though something else might come along. He needs to make a decision now...
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