09-14-2009, 11:02 PM
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Alright, so basically, Char is going to drift down the river a little bit, and Claire can follow, effectively giving Flayra a written exit from the thread. :] ♥ to you for replying, please take your time with your replies 'cause I know you've said you've got school and such. ^^
Sheer terror had overtaken the big silvery wolf. One moment, he was standing there talking to that unknown white wolf, the pale woman in the cave—the next here he was, hanging onto a tree desperately. There was another figure, another woman with a pale coat, but she hardly registered on his mind as the water tugged relentlessly on his limbs and arms. His grip on the slippery trunk was beginning to fail, and it was all Charon could to simply let out a high-pitched, frightened whine. The silvery wolf peered over at the pair of women, nothing but complete fright in his face. His ears were pinned against his head, and he cried out again as he nearly lost his grip on the tree, saving it only at the last possible second.
"P-p-please help," he said, stuttering with the chill of the water and the fear, his voice barely projecting over a whisper. He wanted to shout and scream, but the shock of the frigid river and the terror in his heart would barely allow him to move, petrified and clinging to that tree desperately, as it was the only thing currently keeping him from being swept away. Still, the water yanked and tugged, pulling at his toes and the tip of his tail. His hips were underwater, only his arms and chest and head above the water level, and that was hurting him more than helping him—it only gave the river more surface area to grasp ahold of and put pressure on, and in a split second his hands were wrenched free, his body tumbling again into the flow of the water.
Charon's grip had released the tree, and there was nothing he could do now except tumble into the water, his head occasionally plunging beneath, his leg and bottom scraping all along the ground. It was not deep water yet, but it was flowing fast, and the wolf turned himself around just in time to see another tree. His body slammed into it and bounced off, a sickening thud followed by a pained scream. He wildly hoped one of the two wolves was chasing after him; he didn't know if he would survive this, especially not if the water got any deeper than it already was.
Sheer terror had overtaken the big silvery wolf. One moment, he was standing there talking to that unknown white wolf, the pale woman in the cave—the next here he was, hanging onto a tree desperately. There was another figure, another woman with a pale coat, but she hardly registered on his mind as the water tugged relentlessly on his limbs and arms. His grip on the slippery trunk was beginning to fail, and it was all Charon could to simply let out a high-pitched, frightened whine. The silvery wolf peered over at the pair of women, nothing but complete fright in his face. His ears were pinned against his head, and he cried out again as he nearly lost his grip on the tree, saving it only at the last possible second.
"P-p-please help," he said, stuttering with the chill of the water and the fear, his voice barely projecting over a whisper. He wanted to shout and scream, but the shock of the frigid river and the terror in his heart would barely allow him to move, petrified and clinging to that tree desperately, as it was the only thing currently keeping him from being swept away. Still, the water yanked and tugged, pulling at his toes and the tip of his tail. His hips were underwater, only his arms and chest and head above the water level, and that was hurting him more than helping him—it only gave the river more surface area to grasp ahold of and put pressure on, and in a split second his hands were wrenched free, his body tumbling again into the flow of the water.
Charon's grip had released the tree, and there was nothing he could do now except tumble into the water, his head occasionally plunging beneath, his leg and bottom scraping all along the ground. It was not deep water yet, but it was flowing fast, and the wolf turned himself around just in time to see another tree. His body slammed into it and bounced off, a sickening thud followed by a pained scream. He wildly hoped one of the two wolves was chasing after him; he didn't know if he would survive this, especially not if the water got any deeper than it already was.