08-06-2011, 05:57 AM
complete muse death, i are sorry for wait D: have cookies for apology <3
1330 words
The storm had come out of nowhere and she had been utterly unprepared for it, blasted by gale force winds, drenched by torrential rain and frozen and bruised by icy hailstones. To make matters worse she had taken a wrong turning and now she was lost on the southern side of the mountains, at least she thought it was the southern side, 'screw it' she thought, she could be anywhere on the damn mountains and she could hardly tell up from down never mind left from right. The coywolf shivered with the cold and wrapped her arms around herself, if she didn't find a cave or someplace sheltered soon the woman wouldn't have to worry about ever finding her way back home.
Her luck changed however as through the blustery harsh weather she managed to make out the dark outline of a cave and hurried to get inside it. Once inside the shook the hail and rain from her coat, thankfully it hadn't seeped all the way through to her underfur and skin so she wouldn't freeze from it. Before the rain had come a fierce wind had struck up and so the back of the cave was filled with dead leaves and some branches that had been torn from trees. She moved further back and started a fire, huddling against the wall of the cave and watching the storm from the outside.
Three days the storm had ravaged this point of the mountains and Gemma felt herself weakening at the end of just the first day, there was nothing to do but wait, she didn't fancy her chances out there and knew she would get lost and all her chances of survival would disappear. Finally the three torturous days passed with excruciating slowness and at the end of it the she hybrid was shaking and fevered, teetering on the edge of hallucination from lack of water. The fire had died long ago and it had been just herself in the dark, dank cave. Now there was light from the entrance, a bird sung with gusto. She crawled outside and stood on wobbly legs that didn't feel like they would hold up for long.
All around her the landscape was devastated, trees flattened, wood splintered, several dead animals lay near her cave. A pair of rabbits drowned out of their home and a cougar that had obviously been going for the rabbits lay nearby its skull caved in by a flying rock. With a lot of effort the woman was able to drag all three bodies into her cave, it left her with black rings around the edges of her eyes that were moving with alarming quickness inwards. It was that moment when her first true stroke of luck happened, she found a small pond sized puddle of rainwater, causing in a natural bowl shape in the land. She fell to her knees and drank greedily until her stomach felt full and slushy, the water tasted clean and pure mixed with the taste of the earth, the black rings around her eyes disappeared and she found a new strength imbibing her.
The she coyote stroked her ever enlarging stomach and hoped that this lack of food and water for a few days had not hurt them, she would be devastated if she lost her 3rd litter like the first two. The whinny of a horse caught her attention, who the heck would be up here after that storm? Maybe they were stranded like herself? Whatever the situation Gemma made her way down the slope and came across an extremely strange procession of animals all tied with ropes and attached to a horse that was tied up as well. She could not see any sign of an owner yet, as the horse blocked her view but as she came around she gasped and moved forwards as fast as she dared on the uneven ground. The woman was passed out and her fur as night black as Gemma's was snowy white, complete opposites. Then the situation turned a whole lot worse as something wriggled and then a pup squeaked.
Now she began to panic, feeling the crush of her uselessness, pale hands gripped at her large ears and pulled as she fretted, she couldn't leave her here, they would both surely die and thier animals as well, but she didn't know how to get them uphill. Her breathing quickened and became harsh as the panic attack took hold, she paced back and forth mumbling to herself. It was the horse that snapped her out of her building freak out, he whinnied loudly at her with an expression on his equine face she could almost recognize as disdainful, he snorted and pawed at the ground, tossing his head up high. Her heart began to calm and her head function properly.
She apologised to the woman on the floor and then rummaged through the bags and packs strewn about the procession, coming across several skins. After a bit of work, thought and effort she had managed to made a very crude and basic shelter around her with the skins, tied up with ropes of vine from the nearby trees. After that she untied the horse and retied him near the woman so he could protect her if anything came along and from the look in his eyes she knew nothing would get past him and more than likely leave with a serious beating from the hooves that rang sharply against the rocky ground. She then set about leading the other animals that she had up the slope, she didn't know what they were, having never seen pigs or goats before in her life and they made strange noises.
She attached thier ropes and harnesses to several large boulders at the back of the cave, behind where she had sat for the storm, the bodies of the three dead storm victims still lay where she had thrown them. By this time it was almost midday, the sun was out and cheery as though happy to be back after the storm and the ground was beginning to dry up, although she herself was sweating furiously from hunger. By some miracle she managed to get the black woman up onto her horse, who assisted her by lowering himself down as far as possible and staying completely still, the tied the woman in place and took the pup from her, still wrapped in the blanket. Other than that she didn't open up the blanket to look at the pup or anything, knowing that if she did the woman might be angry with her and even reject the pup if it had her scent on it. The small bundle of life squirmed and squeaked pitifully weakly, its small size told her it couldn't be more than a few days old if that, which meant the woman hadn't been passed out long for the pup to still be alive.
Finally they were all in the cave, a festival of noise coming from the animals, Gemma set about using her feeble survival skills to slice off a rounded portion of the Cougars skin and fold it into a sack, she then went back to the pond she had found and filled it up, tieing it closed in case she fell over. On the way back more sticks and leaves were collected, a bigger pile than before and exhausted the white female staggered back into the cave. But even when she got back she could still not rest, it took her several tries to start up another fire, it was reluctant to take hold but her perseverance paid off and soon it was roaring away, the smoke curling upwards and then following the stone ceiling to the outside. She stared into the flames for a bit and then set about cutting up the cougar into eatable chunks of flesh in case the black woman was hungry, as she ate she snacked on it herself.
1330 words
The storm had come out of nowhere and she had been utterly unprepared for it, blasted by gale force winds, drenched by torrential rain and frozen and bruised by icy hailstones. To make matters worse she had taken a wrong turning and now she was lost on the southern side of the mountains, at least she thought it was the southern side, 'screw it' she thought, she could be anywhere on the damn mountains and she could hardly tell up from down never mind left from right. The coywolf shivered with the cold and wrapped her arms around herself, if she didn't find a cave or someplace sheltered soon the woman wouldn't have to worry about ever finding her way back home.
Her luck changed however as through the blustery harsh weather she managed to make out the dark outline of a cave and hurried to get inside it. Once inside the shook the hail and rain from her coat, thankfully it hadn't seeped all the way through to her underfur and skin so she wouldn't freeze from it. Before the rain had come a fierce wind had struck up and so the back of the cave was filled with dead leaves and some branches that had been torn from trees. She moved further back and started a fire, huddling against the wall of the cave and watching the storm from the outside.
Three days the storm had ravaged this point of the mountains and Gemma felt herself weakening at the end of just the first day, there was nothing to do but wait, she didn't fancy her chances out there and knew she would get lost and all her chances of survival would disappear. Finally the three torturous days passed with excruciating slowness and at the end of it the she hybrid was shaking and fevered, teetering on the edge of hallucination from lack of water. The fire had died long ago and it had been just herself in the dark, dank cave. Now there was light from the entrance, a bird sung with gusto. She crawled outside and stood on wobbly legs that didn't feel like they would hold up for long.
All around her the landscape was devastated, trees flattened, wood splintered, several dead animals lay near her cave. A pair of rabbits drowned out of their home and a cougar that had obviously been going for the rabbits lay nearby its skull caved in by a flying rock. With a lot of effort the woman was able to drag all three bodies into her cave, it left her with black rings around the edges of her eyes that were moving with alarming quickness inwards. It was that moment when her first true stroke of luck happened, she found a small pond sized puddle of rainwater, causing in a natural bowl shape in the land. She fell to her knees and drank greedily until her stomach felt full and slushy, the water tasted clean and pure mixed with the taste of the earth, the black rings around her eyes disappeared and she found a new strength imbibing her.
The she coyote stroked her ever enlarging stomach and hoped that this lack of food and water for a few days had not hurt them, she would be devastated if she lost her 3rd litter like the first two. The whinny of a horse caught her attention, who the heck would be up here after that storm? Maybe they were stranded like herself? Whatever the situation Gemma made her way down the slope and came across an extremely strange procession of animals all tied with ropes and attached to a horse that was tied up as well. She could not see any sign of an owner yet, as the horse blocked her view but as she came around she gasped and moved forwards as fast as she dared on the uneven ground. The woman was passed out and her fur as night black as Gemma's was snowy white, complete opposites. Then the situation turned a whole lot worse as something wriggled and then a pup squeaked.
Now she began to panic, feeling the crush of her uselessness, pale hands gripped at her large ears and pulled as she fretted, she couldn't leave her here, they would both surely die and thier animals as well, but she didn't know how to get them uphill. Her breathing quickened and became harsh as the panic attack took hold, she paced back and forth mumbling to herself. It was the horse that snapped her out of her building freak out, he whinnied loudly at her with an expression on his equine face she could almost recognize as disdainful, he snorted and pawed at the ground, tossing his head up high. Her heart began to calm and her head function properly.
She apologised to the woman on the floor and then rummaged through the bags and packs strewn about the procession, coming across several skins. After a bit of work, thought and effort she had managed to made a very crude and basic shelter around her with the skins, tied up with ropes of vine from the nearby trees. After that she untied the horse and retied him near the woman so he could protect her if anything came along and from the look in his eyes she knew nothing would get past him and more than likely leave with a serious beating from the hooves that rang sharply against the rocky ground. She then set about leading the other animals that she had up the slope, she didn't know what they were, having never seen pigs or goats before in her life and they made strange noises.
She attached thier ropes and harnesses to several large boulders at the back of the cave, behind where she had sat for the storm, the bodies of the three dead storm victims still lay where she had thrown them. By this time it was almost midday, the sun was out and cheery as though happy to be back after the storm and the ground was beginning to dry up, although she herself was sweating furiously from hunger. By some miracle she managed to get the black woman up onto her horse, who assisted her by lowering himself down as far as possible and staying completely still, the tied the woman in place and took the pup from her, still wrapped in the blanket. Other than that she didn't open up the blanket to look at the pup or anything, knowing that if she did the woman might be angry with her and even reject the pup if it had her scent on it. The small bundle of life squirmed and squeaked pitifully weakly, its small size told her it couldn't be more than a few days old if that, which meant the woman hadn't been passed out long for the pup to still be alive.
Finally they were all in the cave, a festival of noise coming from the animals, Gemma set about using her feeble survival skills to slice off a rounded portion of the Cougars skin and fold it into a sack, she then went back to the pond she had found and filled it up, tieing it closed in case she fell over. On the way back more sticks and leaves were collected, a bigger pile than before and exhausted the white female staggered back into the cave. But even when she got back she could still not rest, it took her several tries to start up another fire, it was reluctant to take hold but her perseverance paid off and soon it was roaring away, the smoke curling upwards and then following the stone ceiling to the outside. She stared into the flames for a bit and then set about cutting up the cougar into eatable chunks of flesh in case the black woman was hungry, as she ate she snacked on it herself.