Pitter patter comes rainfall. Fat raindrops plop heavy onto leaves and hesitate for a moment before rolling clean off to collide with neighbouring greenery. Thin sheets of water pelt down with little care for what they crash into, creating something akin to the sweet melodies that swell within an orchestra. Such a sound, it is music to the ears of one who is tasting freedom at long last. And here comes one such individual, sin and all!
Seventhdevil comes to a slow halt, his movements languid, perhaps even lazy, as though he were not caught up in the beginnings of a storm. Storm that seemed set on being quite tremendous, damp air alive with crackling electricity and suffocating humidity that only jungle terrain could generate. If someone tried to tell him that it was the start of winter, he would have fervently disagreed. Not like any of that mattered anymore, he was just happy to be alone for once in his life. Solitude can be a terrible thing, however. Thoughts come to his mind in the midst of mingled silence and background noise.
Deadly killer, vicious machine.
He winces at the mere thought. Lips curl skywards in momentary disgust though the man catches himself quickly in the act, mind waving white flag in placating manner to cool iced blood which had started to boil. Deep breath is sucked in through teeth pressed tightly together. There is no need to throw a tantrum over events that have come to pass, over things that he can no longer change. Sev- Tatsuya knows that well. He has been talking himself down from anger ever since he had started to make the journey to western jungle and now that he has arrived, he knows better than to make a fool of himself. 'Not here, not now.' Quick reminder is issued, large canine shaking his head lightly before tilting it up into the warm rain seeking refreshment.
"Yo." Plain greeting falls from ajar lips giving him an air of nonchalance bordering apathy though the warm smile that replaces any previous self-directed hostility brushes any apparent lack of interest away. To say that he was not excited to be here in some strange new land would make him a complete liar. Still, underneath displayed amicability, the trained eye may be able to spot tell tale signs of anxiety and stress that lay dormant within the rigid kai ken. Coiled springs of tension locked within his muscles, slight prickling of fur along his spine, nervous way in which his eyes can not seem to rest on one single spot for too long. Stark contrast to chill demeanour, how odd. Seventh himself fails to notice his own small ticks, evergreen smile lingering even as he sits himself down there in the rain, prepare to wait it out for someone to find their way to him.
//just as a little note! i haven't rped for quite a while now so excuse my rustiness since i'm just trying to get back into the swing of things