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Niernan Stormbringer · 10-06-2012, 10:51 AM

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So sorry for the wait sweetness. Feel free to kick me into submission. :: 555. 5pts ::

Niernan's back ached, and his paws smelled funny. The hurricane hadn't damaged much in Vinatta, and as Vald it had been one of his jobs to run the territory and find out where the damage was worst. His cerulean eyes missed nothing and he noted the flooding in the outlying houses of Jordheim, the less inhabited ones like Colibri's, but mostly empty ones were the worst affected. Trees had fallen all around the territory, some ancient and weakened by rot or insects, others young and newly grown and not yet strong enough to withstand the ferocious winds. He had a map of the damage in his head and he had lamented to find that the Sacred Grove, where Miskunn and Lilin spent so much time, had been ransacked by the hurricane, a massive tree obliterating half of the altar. He scarpered fairly quickly, not wanting Miskunn to find him there and blame his for the devastation, despite the fact that he had nothing to do with it. He would have to tell Saul about all of the damage. knowing that the Virding would want to know, but then he could also tell his cousin that the majority of the fallen trees were sound and could be used for timber. That would brighten the grey Stormbringers mood, they always needed more lumber for construction and they were loathe to cut down the trees around their home, if they had been naturally felled it was much better.

Thinking along the lines of fallen timber he headed out towards the parklands, hoping to find more trees felled by the wind. He glanced down at his footpaws as he ran, wondering why they hurt so much and smelled so bad, the only conclusion he could come to was that the water, that still sloshed around his toes and ankles, was affecting his paws somehow. He would ask Saul about that as well, knowing and trusting him as a healer. The one thing the dark Stormbringer longed for was to be dry, but it seemed that until all the water cleared and the damage fixed he was destined to be damp. It's not like he hated the wet, he just wanted to feel warmth again for a moment, to curl up with his Grace and the animals, a ball of fur and purring. The wetness had even separated Niernan from his cat, the fussy animal choosing to stay indoors in the warm with Shiloh's new acquaintance, the little tortoise shell kitten captivating the Maine Coon hybrid.

Nier's eyes flicked over to the cloak that hung off a natural peg made by a branch, the rabbit fur lining looking cosy and warm. His eyes narrowed and he snuffled at the cloak briefly, scenting the strong smell of an individual and the faint pine and brine Vinatta scent. The faintness of the packscent told him that the owner of this cloak was a newer member, and the individual smell told him it was one he hadn't met yet. He followed the scent trail left by the stranger, unaware that they could be hunting, his crashing and sloshing very audible. He let out a sharp bark, the sound reverberating in his throat, to announce his presence, hoping that he wouldn't have to search for them. Scent trails were hard to follow in the waterlogged forest.

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