Who: Russell & Noctis (OTA) Where: Carrick's Estate When:Week 7; Sunday afternoon/evening. Why: Caught out in the storm Warning: TBA They were in town shopping when Russell felt it. Something was wrong with the weather. He had eyed the clear blue sky warily. The first thought that came to mind was it smelled like it was gonna snow. But how could that be possible? It was the end of August. The weather was beautiful. He had been in such a good mood, he even let Noctis drive them home.
By the time he and Noctis were done loading their purchases in the trunk of his car, the temperature was dropping fast. Dark clouds blotted out the sun and it wasn't long before the rain started. Then turned to sleet. The road got icy faster than Russell had expected. The first thought that he had when the car started fishtailing out of control was that he shouldn't have let Noctis drive. Though, it wouldn't have mattered who was driving, they still would have ended up in the ditch. The car was stuck and Russell couldn't get a cell signal. "Brilliant," he growled at the sky as it began to snow thick and heavy.
Neither he nor the weredragon were dressed for this sort of weather. Both were dressed for a sunny day, wearing t-shirts, jeans and trainers. They'd been walking for at least an hour, the going getting slower as the snow built up. The nearest house was Carrick's and they made for it as best they could in the white out conditions. It didn't matter that Noctis and Carrick didn't get along. What mattered was surviving. Russell wasn't sure how long they'd been slogging through the storm to get to Carrick's door. They were both soaked to the skin and shivering. He knocked loudly, hoping that someone was there to let them in. Russell stood on the porch his arms around his slave to keep them both warm. "Carrick! For God's sake, open up!"