Storms Fury [Ariel/open]

[xoCharm]

Incardnay Cross;;
^{Raindrops keep fallin' on my head}

"And what the hell is with these goddamn cupcakes?!" a rather belligerent shout broke a once tranquil atmosphere, only to be accompanied by a squishy smack and low 'ploop'. "Oh it figures, it fucking figures." 'Card bent to examine his now pink frosted boot, a scowl twisting his handsome visage. Already he was upset about Kayen daring to reenter Cyanide and pick off one of the slaves presented, only to crash the auction later on, take what money they had earned and jolly well get away with it! Apart from that, on his way here cupcakes seemed to be lining the street and sidewalks, as if mocking him. And now, on top of everything, he had pink frosting on his boot. Of all the goddamn colors in the world it was pink! "Does anything else want to fuck up tonight?!"

A wicked crack of thunder followed by an abrupt downpour.

Gradually his eyes lifted to the skies while his lips pursed, his head nodding soon afterwards. Releasing his lips with a 'smack', an obnoxious sigh breezed from him.

He needn't say more.

Shoving his large appendages within his leather coat pockets, Incardnay casually sauntered on over towards the dock. The sea was dark and on occasion seemed to lash up towards him. As for the wind, it tugged mercilessly at his tan strands, causing the tendrils to whip wildly at his back, shoulders, and face. Not that he minded much anymore, no sir-ee. His eyeballs could take a beating and then some!

Lightning illuminated his path down the wooden dock at least, giving a clear visual of where and where not to step. Once he stationed himself at the edge of the walkway, he cast his now indifferent optics towards the angry sea that stretched towards a bleak, onyx horizon. Despite the bitter coldness that boldly rode atop the passing gusts, heat began to ball itself up within his abdomen, spreading rapidly to the rest of his broad, toned physique. He'd get his revenge on Kayen, no doubt, "Nemo me impune lacessit." a foreboding grin.

'Card's cranium bowed briefly, allowing the buildup of rain splatters to stream themselves down towards the water below. Bits of hot pink had already begun to dissolve from the rains vigorous touch. At least his boot was getting cleaned.