Iced_Crown
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The wind crashed into the shutters like waves onto the shore and the recently turned 15-year-old Urbis was cowering in his Cow-Skin sheets. Urbis had a light build and only weighed 100 pounds at 5'9. His normal attire was a pea-green hoodie paired with black denim jeans. Urbis came from a comfortable beginning; his father owned a semi-successful brewery located on 7th street, yet Urbis never really went there; Urbis wasn't really interested in his fathers business. During this time of year, the weather was always rough, and Urbis knew this, but he still cowered in fear over the clouded skyline of the big apple. Urbis's hoodie was crumpled into a ball sitting beside his dresser, and his black denim pants were half-hung out of his dresser casting a rather disturbing shadow; one that Urbis tried not to think about. Thunder shook the stormy night.
"Laughable is that the best you can do," Urbis paused for a minute to stick his tongue out. "Storm?" Urbis uttered in a mocking tone.
Knowingly answering his call lightning lit up the sky, and followed with another clap of thunder; Urbis jumped and nearly bumped his head.
"Holy shit!"
"Laughable is that the best you can do," Urbis paused for a minute to stick his tongue out. "Storm?" Urbis uttered in a mocking tone.
Knowingly answering his call lightning lit up the sky, and followed with another clap of thunder; Urbis jumped and nearly bumped his head.
"Holy shit!"
