A/N:
What's this? A one-shot? And she hasn't even updated Sacrifice yet?! For shame!
Okay, so, we had a thunderstorm pass through early this morn (and it's been a long while). Now, I absolutely hate the rain; I understand that it's very important. I just hate wet and cold. I do love lightning and thunder, though, so that was a treat, and even more than that I love wind (dunno why).
So, it's snowing near here and it is absolutely freezing and this idea popped up.
I have another one-shot I want to post soon; I'll probably update Sacrifice first though.
DISCLAIMER: … no. Just, no.
Climate
Although Zak loved to travel, seeing the world and all its forms, flora and fauna and people, he had the hardest time with climate change.
Low, in valleys below sea level, he felt rooted down, like the Earth would pull him through if he didn't anchor himself. He was used to living on a plateau; a medium height, of sorts. And of course there was the fact that he was up in an airship most of the time – a stabilized environment a couple thousand feet in the air. So the closeness to the Earth made him feel trapped down, immobile.
There was also heights; he wasn't afraid of them – on the contrary, he found them exhilarating. But to be on the edges of space, where sky and mountain met beneath a breadth of stars so wide that they encompassed a stretch vaster than the Earth itself and –
That's the reason he prefer the airship when up in the air. It was too … open. Overwhelming.
… there was also the issue with weather changes.
Now, as said before, the airship was very stable in its climate. And his home (the one that wasn't really like a home since he felt more 'homey' on the airship) was your average four-season, mid-height, plateau-house. It was hard to endure single-season extremes when you were used to year-round changes.
The Amazon was a steamy mess of Summer on top of unbearable hell-strewn sun. When one got used to it, it wasn't so bad, but the first few days were always sluggish and taxing for Zak. He didn't know if it was because he had reptile-like genes (being Kur) and it was too much for him, or if it was just how his human genes were. Either way, he didn't care for the heat.
Then there was cold.
It was crisp where there was snow; a sense of still, of quiet. It was the drift of intricate flakes that spoke stories older than he; the capture of the world slowing down as the hushed slumber of plant an animal alike descended. Something about it energized him, focused him so intensely he felt like a wolf in its silent hunt. It never made sense to him, since reptilian creatures slow with the cold - then again, it was dragon genes and who knew how the bigfoot that worked? Either way, he enjoyed the cold in a sense. At least in more recent years.
He stilled, hearing something. Another great thing about the cold; it hushed things in a way that a human had hard time hearing, but his not-that-human sense of sound picked up the tell-tale crunch of snow underpaw.
He gripped the claw of Tsul-kalu tighter, muscles coiled and ready to spring from his hiding place. He smiled – a Cheshire grin if there ever was one – orange-brown eyes glowing mischievously, and sprang.
"Grer-werr!"
"Got ya Fisk! My turn to seek!"
A/N: This is so OOC … I'm gonna post it anyway. I don't know what the heck happened here.