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-chews- have a teme-creature!
Teme Lupus is by Alaine!
The devastation of the hurricane that had hit the whole of Nova Scotia it seemed was still fresh in the mind of the almost-adult Temeraire. Having been out in the thick of it, trying his best to convince a donkey to return to the stables so they could be boarded up, thereby reducing the risk of dead horses by the morning, he understood the horrible forces of nature. He'd kept the fact that he found the storm exhillerating, the adrenaline pumping through his blood each and every time thunder rolled across the sky and lightening lit their way. In this way, the male could almost believe in the God's that their Godja preached about, that Lilin and Colibri prayed for. In his mind, he could see a mighty battle taking place- Thor and Loki, locking weapons and wrecking havoc across the mortal world.
The clean-up, however, had been less fun. Though the rain had continued for a day or so after they'd received the brunt of the force, it soon settled down into something more manageable. And this revealed the damage that it had caused. The trees were almost all stripped bare despite autumn only just starting, there were a few trees that had given up entirely and laid down to rest. The earthen paths that marked their passages through Jordheim were obliterated and the village was clogged with debris from the storm. The beach held a similar sight and the flooding damage to just about every section of Vinátta would take time to clean up. It was carnage, Temeraire could not doubt that.
His younger siblings had suffered after the hurricane- all three had caught colds from the cold draughts and rain that threatened to invade their home. Despite his outwardly despondent attitude towards his step-mother and half-siblings, Temeraire had felt sorry for them. It was the reason for his visit today- heading towards his fathers home he wished to see if their were doing alright. He entered without knocking as always and called out a soft; Hello? before moving to try and find some life in the house that had offered sanctuary.
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