[justify][size=7pt]Decadus scowled as he wandered the large, open field. The ground was soggy beneath his toes, and seeped between his claws, leaving odd shaped blots on his black paws. It had been showering for hours, and Deca had found himself trapped in an open field that lacked any form of shrubbery. He had been walking for what felt like forver, a heavy frown smothering his usually emotionless face. His golden eyes were bleak and stone cold and he reeked of soot and rain water.
He came to a small pond and groaned with aggrivation. "Are you kidding me..." He groaned."More water. Of course, that's just what I need." He smacked his left paw across the slimy green pond, tossing splatters of water across the brim. He hated the rain, with every fiber of his being, and it seemed since he had left the Dominion, it had been a constant pour.[/size][/justify]