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~Kitt's{13}Key:Bark At The Storm

~x,O))

The force of the eruption shook a drapery of mist from the out reaching tree cover, bathing the creek front in a fine shower of dew accompanied by the ping pong patter of a million spheres of expended hyper-sonic force rushing past in a storm of invisible bubbles; Kitt, the girls and Black Tom Red saw its form reflected in the rainbow detonation of sonic power, tearing across the muddy ground beneath the storm beyond. The titanic canine shaped reflection shone with prismatic presence to the synesthetic senses of the four friends, gathered in the Woods; it's multi-hued outline shimmering and shivering on the growling rumble of thunder rolling and rolling through it all. It was so close to the ground it almost touched down in places. Kitt had never seen one this low before or this close! Mostly, he'd ever watched them through his telescope or from the top of the hill behind the house at 101 Coal Chute. Even then, he'd only ever glimpsed the shape of them running amongst the clouds, faces snarling violently and gnashing at the very air they caused to burst with their terrific brand of fury. Yet now, for the first time, Kitt was seeing the thunder right up close, mere yards away and the shine of it was simply blinding in the sudden soundings of sky splitting sensation. The goggles did nothing whatsoever to shield Kitt from the influx of sonic light; the image of the titanic black monster dog was burned into his mind across the sonic receptors in his mind, etched across the jet black spaces within his skull in rainbow strokes of sound branded luminosity and held in perpetual place by the twisted senses of his birthright...

Penny was screaming blue murder and Daisy was screaming for Penny to "ShutUp!Shut!Up!ShutUpShutUpShutUUUUUUUUP!" Tom was to Kitt's left in a black flash, neatly tipping the small dogs sling and dumping her neatly beneath a protective stance. Cradling the shivering string bean behind his one good forepaw, Black Tom curled around the stricken bitch and crooned reassurances, "There, there, it ain't gonna get ya's dumplin'. It can't get us in the trees." Tom took a cautious step backwards, "I don't think...", dragging a willing Penny along in comfort, Tom slunk back another long step. "Oh no you don't, you sneaky son of a vix! Don't even think about running off with my sister!" Daisy squirmed and kicked, struggled and upended herself head over heels on the ground at Kitt's feet, popped up in a circle of orientation and immediately tore towards the big black coated fox, yip-yapping a furious torrent of needle toothed intent. Tom bore the insults with the nonchalance of a bigger animal facing a bothersome rivalry and Penny simply enjoyed the smells in her handsome heroes embrace.

Kitt couldn't see it any more but he could feel it moving around just beyond the sheeted action of the ubiquitous wall of rain falling; the palpable sagacity of standing upon dry land yet staring into the lateral of some nameless ocean depths, awaiting the imminent approach of a thing of mythical proportions. The thunder had once again subsided beyond the audible hiss of precipitation and the steady squalling of the turning water wheel; over the usurious rush of the flooding creek crying counterpoint to the steady rhythms of muffled "Squeeeeak-Squeak-Squeeeeak-Squeak..." keeping pace with the all present plummeting percussiveness of the prescient precipitation. Kitt took a step back of his own and then another, snatching Daisy up by the base of her tail and placing her unceremoniously back in her right sling.

"Tomm's not joking, Daze. That thing is still out there... right there..." A fresh cavalcade of low thunder fairly rolled across the ground, shifting the down flowing rain in an abrupt sheet across the root infested ground; a sudden sole slogging surf slapped and sucked at the sides of Kitt's sneakers. On the sonorous sound of the storms growling grumble, shot through with the scintillation of sonic sundering, Kitt could see the shape of its massive face pressing against the transparent flow of down pour; outlined in the rainbow brilliance of titanic purring booms dispersed across definite lupine features peering through the trees, into the shadows, right at them...