(FP!) Shiver

[Rei]

It was raining in the park.

Strange, it seemed, that wherever Thysiaja went, he was forced to endure the most miserable of conditions. Even at home, in his cozy little backroom with the soft quilted blanket, he could find no sanctuary. The church service would often run until late at night, and start again early in the morning, and he would be forced out into the cold, dank alley behind the building, to wait in disconfort and boredom until the last song stopped and all the people left. He couldn't be inside the church during a service; he would scare the people off, or disrupt the proceedings, and he would never allow himself to do that. It was just too selfish.

In fact, everything that Thys did was unselfish. He had never made a self-serving action for as long as he could remember -- all his life had been spent anticipating and fullfilling the needs of others, often at his own expense. Sometimes he wished that someone would, for once in his life, cater to him instead of the other way around...but that was impossible. And then something would come up, and he would be off and running again, trying his best to make someone else happy.

Like right now, for instance. Thys sat shivering in the dripping rain, sitting under the grey sky with nothing but a just-budding bush to shelter behind. There was a pavilion nearby, but it was crowded with people, and he didn't want to impose on them. There wasn't room enough for him anyway -- someone else would have to leave so that he could fit, and that was unthinkable.

Thys sighed, curled into a tight furry ball for warmth, and settled down to wait for the rain to end.

[FlyingPanther]

A Ursae love found herself cought in the rain aswell, though, wasn't disliking it as much as Thy seemed to be. She, unlike most England residents oddly enough, loved the rain. Loved the sounds it created, loved that during the day it casted an interesting light on the earth, loved that at night the rain glittered in the lamplight, loved the feel of it on her skin, despite the fact she might get a tiny bit sick if she stayed out to long. She shook out her fur lazily, enjoying the cold in a strange way.

She was on her way to the church, despite the fact she knew she would have to wait a little bit to get in. She spotted the drowned rat that was Thys fairly easily, after all, he was white, and stuck out like a sore thumb in the dark of the night. In true love fashion, she worried for the other greatly. He looked completely downtrodden, and he was so soaked she wondered how long he had been sitting out in the rain to get to the point he was at. He must be terribly uncomfortible. She wandered slowly over to him. "You look like you need some help warming up." She said smiling in a knowing, motherly fashion. She sat next to him, trying not to be as invaiding as possible, and waiting for him to sit closer to her on his own. "If you sit closer, we might be able to generate enough body warmth to keep us warm until we can go inside."

[Rei]

Thys' blank, white eyes -- which had until then been closed against the rain -- snapped open. The Sacrifice was, indeed, soaked to the bone: his brightly marked fur was sodden and dark, his ears drooped miserably, and rivulets of water cascaded off of every available surface. Despite his discomfort at this, he managed to leap to his feet as soon as he observed the Ursine sitting modestly beside him.

"Oh, er, no! I mean, that's ok, I was just...if you want to sit here instead, I can move, I know there's some shelter here, what with the bush...I can find another place to sit..."

His voice was young, like a college-aged human, and not unpleasant...if anything, it had a slight soothing air. It was the kind of voice that made you feel as if everything was okay. The kind of voice you listened to. The kind of voice that made selfishness seem perfectly fine; that made casting the speaker aside in favor of youself an act that was not only tolerated, but accepted.