Snowstorm Thread - Round up the Pack

Orin Takekuro · 02-12-2011, 06:00 PM

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With little explanation Shawchert's powerful grip wrapped around her arm and pulled her, leading the way. She willingly followed him, though stumbled a bit in the loose snow as they trudged towards Sky's house. Orin could not see where they were going, wasn't even sure which direction they were heading from the rear of her bookstore, but she had a few guesses. Maybe the rebuilt stable? That would hold enough pack members, but was it sturdy? She couldn't remember if the work on the stable had been completed or not, either. She only knew that once her punishment was over she had no desire to return to the place.

The wind whipped at them, the snow coming down in large chunks now that would have stung had the assault not been padded by her fur. She tried to keep the cloak wrapped tightly around her but the gripping claws of the gusts ripped it from her fingers and the cloak whipped and yanked wildly away from her. For a moment it almost felt as though the wind would grab the cloak like a flag and carry Orin off with it. But her firm, mutual grip on Shawchert's arm steadied her. When he faltered, she faltered, but neither of them fell down completely. She was glad for it, for she thought the snow might swallow her alive if she lost her footing.

Finally they reached their destination. Orin could make out the silhouette of the house and the straight, sturdy lines of the formidable wall. She said nothing in response to Shawchert's command. If this snowstorm had come at another time she might have insisted on waiting outside with him, standing vigil for the rest of the pack. But this was not a risk she could take now, nor one Shawchert would tolerate. She had to get inside, get warm, and keep her puppies safe.

She flew over the threshold, leaping into the house and battling the wind to shut the door behind her. Once it closed with a loud clamor she leaned against the door and breathed heavily, the exertion had taken its toll on her, and she felt a great fatigue set into her cold bones. Snow clung to her everywhere and she was afraid of getting the whole house wet, but there was nothing she could do. Everyone who came in was going to be this way. She managed to lessen it, though, by removing her cloak and setting it in the corner. She brushed the white powder off of her black Victorian dress, and then looked over the faces that were already here. Each one of them was a relief.

“Oh my god, I'm so glad you're all here,” she breathed. Her eyes fixated on the Russo man and she moved over to Mars, happy that he was here and to be in the presence of her friend. She lowered herself into a chair, exhausted, and her eyelids slipped to half mast. She wanted to sleep, but there was too much excitement and worry to slumber, so instead she sat with her pack and waited...

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