Don't worry when I argue with you, worry when I stop because it means there's nothing left to fight for.

The clouded sky poured cool rain onto the wide leaves of the jungle. Where each drop landed, it turned black for a moment, but as the drop slid away, the blue returned to the vegetation. The infrared vision was full of flickering blue lights, thus Bones couldn’t see very well. His black eyes were narrowed in concentration as he used his other senses to navigate. Slowly, deliberately, his two long dragon whiskers tracked ahead and to the sides of him, tracing the bark of trees and pushing at the brush under hoof. "Then, slowly, carefully, Bones would move himself forwards while outstretching his head to allow his muzzle to search for blockage his whiskers may have missed." He was looking for a space where the canopy was thick enough to block the rain and give his vision some relief. Not to mention his whiskers were putting confusing information in his brain as well. Each drop of rain that hit them directly set a spark of “block” to his brain and it took him a moment to recover.

Jezebel

jezebel - female - 6 years - no home - imprintable - played by lucky