[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]a few miles away from the southern border to the garden, clouds began to darken and swirl. the wind would pick up as a heavy speed and soon the clouds would start to twist and grow lower to the ground. the distant rumblings of a storm became louder before a quick flash of lightning struck the earth, scorching the grass and leaving it smoldering as the wind suddenly slowed.
the clouds would begin to depart and soon enough it was as if nothing had happened. although, there was just one difference. in place of where the lightning struck was the form of a civet, limp and almost lifeless if it weren't for the rise and fall of his chest indicating it was still alive. it remained that way for several minutes and soon enough scavenging birds circled it, the peck of their beaks making it wake up and hiss in defense. the vultures would back away and give him enough time to rise to his paws tiredly, looking around with vibrant pink eyes.
as he gained his strength the asian palm civet heave a sigh of relief when realizing no one was following him. it had only taken three dimensions to lose them! luckily he didn't have to run anymore, he was too tired for this crap. from the form this dimension caused him to take, his paws hurt, and ached. his head was pounding from the use of powers it took to get here and he suddenly became aware of the blood dripping down his nose.
time to find shelter. was his instinctive thought. blinking his large round eyes, the mammal padded through the crowding vultures waiting for him to collapse, and followed a distinctive scent of flowers that caught his attention. the white marks above his eyes crinkled together in curiosity and he scampered on, gradually regaining his strength in his muscles to continue on just long enough before finding a marked area. this was obviously some heavy scented territory; meant to be known as a warning not to trespass, if he was correct.
well, then he would wait until given permission to pass through. with a tired exhale, scout would ease down to the ground and rest is head over his paws, and wait.