The storm that had been chasing Ruinam for hours had finally caught up, the signature flash of lighting followed by the crackle of thunder decorated the resort's sky, mellow clouds gathering around the island and casting a shadow over the usually bright and golden sand, creating a subtle bronze that fades away into a sea glazed with dark clouds. The wind strengthens as rain meets the golden sand, violently creating a thick brown mud, as the breeze kicks in the euphonic hum of the ocean withers away, adopting the patter of rain that violently increases in volume as the storm grows fiercly.
Ruinam's head quarrels toward the sudden beat of wings, observing the jungle as a few birds depart the resort, bolting out of the thick jungle in a hurried manner, their wings defying the strong wind and delirious amount of rain.
The atmosphere quickly grows aggressive, a fearsome sound of wind winding around the odd structures that dot the island, creating a massive whirlwind of sound that seems to amplify around the island, fabricating an unnatural noise that seems to send his companion running toward the thick jungle.
The drenched stallion follows his arctic friend, following him and disappearing into the dense overgrowth, the sound of the situation changing dramatically as they enter, very quickly the hum of the wind changes shape, winding through the trees and losing velocity, with it the loss of sound.
The tapping of rain is louder as ruinam looks at the thick canopy, his wet mane sliding to the side of his face as he wanders toward the centre of the jungle, his companion shaking his fur.
Ruinam has always thought that his companion disliked the rain, though ever since they called the resort their home, the only thing that his companion could think about was water, whether it came in the form of the sea or by rain, though the stallion couldn't blame him, he too would hate to have such thick arctic fur on such a hot and humid island.
Another crackle of thunder sounds as the stallion turns his head to a sudden disturbance in the overgrowth, sending multiple species of animals flying out of the shrubs as the lighting illuminates them against the deep and dark forest background.
The stallion shifts his head slightly as he walks forward "Hello? Is anyone there?" he asks, his soft tone finding it hard to remain loud against the deep crackles of thunder as he walks forward. Ruinam halts as soon as he hears a low grumble, though it does not sound threatening, sounding more like a horse than an animal.
"Who is it?" he asks, his companion visibly agitated as the foliage begins to move.