The Tempest Rages!

Tired and over it

The skies themselves seem to split open as you near the village. The water beats hard against your fur and the winds begin to pick up viciously as your sprint through the slickening sands. You are soon reduced to squinting to progress through the worsening storm. Unable to hear anything other than the screaming gusts and the never ending drone of rain droplets on muddy sand, you press forward, **** to be sheltered from the elements.

You nearly slip on the smooth wooden planks as your wet, sand caked feet finally reach the boardwalk. The sturdy terrain is only a small comfort as the monsoon-like weather continues to **** rapidly. You can barely make out your hand in front of your face, let alone the rest of the boardwalk, which forces your pace to slow. With an irritated grunt, you lower your head to the winds and stubbornly move on, your hands extended out in front.

Your measured pace gives way, however, as a massive bolt of lighting cracks the soaked planks not 20 feet from you. The impact has you dazed on your back with fear growing in the pit of your stomach.

Enough of this!

You growl angrily as you right yourself. You see no one else on the walkway and decide subtlety has had its moment. When you spot a large shape in the distance, you charge blindly through the rains towards what you hope is the nearest hut's doorway. You leap with your shoulder leveled as you near the structure and grunt as you contact the wood. The door swings open wildly, sending you sprawling to the floor in a rain soaked heap. You shake the stars from your eyes and dash back to the loose door, slamming it shut in defiance of the merciless storm beyond it.

With your heart on the verge of exploding and heavy gasps desperately filling your lungs, your eyes slip closed and you slide to the ground with your back to the door. After a few moments of recovering from your ordeal, however, the though dawns on you that you may not be alone. Your eyes snap open once more to reveal...