Whitewater Gorge Icky Thump

Pacing to and frow, Devit wasn't certain on what do to next - the worst thing is, he could just do nothing all the same, move on with his life, but for some reason such a thought was inconceivable. How dare anyone think that he, the great Devit, should move on after such a treachery to his loins!

Then someone yelled out nearby. Quickly the rockstar looked up and into the direction with which it came, ears drawn forward as he hungered for whomever that was, a companion, someone... a woman!? Were the sirens here after all!

Clearly he couldn't tell that was a man's cry.

But we are talking about Devit here, no matter the gender, he was going anyway.

 Don't worry my dear, for I am here! Rushing toward the sound, he burst through the trees with high speed, chest out in pride as he could nearly feel himself flying with his legs all tucked up nicely underneath him until... 

CRASH!

Falling to a halt, he screeched to a stop the moment his eyes fell on another part of the gulch. Face digging into the earth as he slid to a stop at the feet of the other, he could taste the dirt in his lips which gave the mascara bleeding man a disgusted face in response.