09-21-2012, 07:12 PM
Null was caught in the storm and it was getting bad, worse than any storm she had experienced before. She was struggling against the wind to find some form of shelter, and she was almost soaked through despite the long grey cloak wrapped around her. The hood wouldn't stay up, repeatedly caught by the wind, and her mane was whipped wildly about her face. She almost slipped and fell repeatedly, and her paws were slick with mud. She tried to hold the cloak closed from within, but it was difficult since the garment only had a single clasp at the throat. It almost tore away completely several times.
She had made her way to the ruins when the storm had become truly worrisome, hoping to find cover more substantial than a hollow below a tree or other such makeshift den. It appeared that all other members of her new pack had already bunkered down-- she hadn't seen a soul since making her way here, and could only assume that they all were hidden away safely in their homes. Null was about to bang on someone's door a request sanctuary from the storm when she caught the howl; someone else was out in the storm, someone else needed aid. She howled back, indicating that she had heard the call for help, and began to fight her way through the storm towards the source of the noise.
Eventually, a cloak-wrapped figured came into view, only their pale muzzle visible below their own hood. Null hurried to them as best she could through the rain and the wind and the mud, wondering if they were hurt or stranded without a shelter of their own, like her.
Are you alright? She shouted over the roar of the storm, still struggling not to be blown over. The person didn't appear injured, but by the facts that their body was hidden by the cloak and the rain dampened all possible scents of blood, Null really had no idea. Are you hurt?
She had made her way to the ruins when the storm had become truly worrisome, hoping to find cover more substantial than a hollow below a tree or other such makeshift den. It appeared that all other members of her new pack had already bunkered down-- she hadn't seen a soul since making her way here, and could only assume that they all were hidden away safely in their homes. Null was about to bang on someone's door a request sanctuary from the storm when she caught the howl; someone else was out in the storm, someone else needed aid. She howled back, indicating that she had heard the call for help, and began to fight her way through the storm towards the source of the noise.
Eventually, a cloak-wrapped figured came into view, only their pale muzzle visible below their own hood. Null hurried to them as best she could through the rain and the wind and the mud, wondering if they were hurt or stranded without a shelter of their own, like her.
Are you alright? She shouted over the roar of the storm, still struggling not to be blown over. The person didn't appear injured, but by the facts that their body was hidden by the cloak and the rain dampened all possible scents of blood, Null really had no idea. Are you hurt?