and our world fell to this
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It was something so terrible and unforeseen. Frankly, it wasn’t as if any of the wolves within Storm (or Bleeding Souls for that matter) could have expected anything of the sort. A raging fire tearing them from their home lands wasn’t exactly the most comforting thing to wake up to. Pilot, for one, didn’t think that he would be able to lead the pack to safety. He was entirely new to this whole leadership thing and it was terrifying knowing that their safety, and potentially their lives, rested in his hands.



He wasn’t sure where its origin had been or whether or not it was arson, but it was clearly obvious that the black smoke curling into the morning light was the result of fire. The morning sky which often times was colored in an array of light pastels was tainted with a fiery orange glow. The smell of smoke was thick on the air, and the distinct sound of crackling humus littered the surrounding area. The white wolf jumped to his feet, racing down along the river to make sure he could call out to the others of Storm. His voice seemed almost unfamiliar to him, uncharacteristically loud and deep. He called out in warning, telling all of the Storm wolves that it was urgent for them to head south immediately. He figured they could head down through the Moaning Wood, and if that too was smoldering with thick bouts of smoke, then they would just have to head south-west for the time being.



On four legs he could run much quicker than on two, and he raced as fast as he possibly had in his lifetime. Thoughts instantly went to Dierdre and Phoenix, who both were in predicaments, considering the former alpha was still ill and his mate was pregnant. He knew that first he would have to guide the pack to safety before he could even consider going to check on the status of the other lands. He hoped everything would turn out to be okay in the end. But with the intoxicating smell of carbon in the back of his throat, it was hard to make sense of much of anything except to just get out.

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The smell had reached his nose moments after Pilot's calls rang through the Storm lands. Skoll was shifted, and would stay shifted for this. There was something he had to do. Barking his position to Pilot, he ran from his place of rest, crying behind him that he would get Phoenix. His books, his carvings...he would leave them in the ground, where they would likely smoulder under the swealtering heat from above, if the den was not sufficient to protect them. His second axe was trapped in the earth as well...but there was no time to retrieve it. His effects were wrapped around his waiste, and that was all he would carry for this.

Reaching Phoenix's den, Skoll called him awake, and picked him up. The fires were spreading...they were coming closer. He added his voice to Pilot's own, spreading the warning deep and resonant throughout the Storm territory to escape. Pulling Phoenix up onto his shoulders, he felt his adrenaline surge as he trudged through the soft Storm soil that he might never feel again. He had once promised that he would do everything he could to protect the Storm pack. When Gibraltar had kicked him out, he had concluded that he had done everything he could for them, and that his promise was over. As it turned out, he had found himself here again, but largely useless, since no one had come to trouble the northernmost pack of Bleeding Souls. It seemed that he would be able to do one last thing for Storm...hopefully he would succeed in assuring that everyone made it out in time. He couldn't fight a fire directly, but maybe he could stop it from getting to anyone.
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I'll be waiting here to meet you


This was a dream, this had to be a dream. Those words had echoed through her entire system ever since the first flames had begun seeping into Storm, consuming everything on its pack. Colibri had been in the depths of her dreams when the burning in her nostrils had been too strong. She had coughed, eyes filling up with liquid as soon as she had opened them. It was mostly imaginary, as the flames still were on distance still. The flames’ roar silenced her scream. She had stood dead in her tracks for several minutes, getting pulled into different directions of choices. She started running in a random direction, away from the flames. When from a decent distance of the hellfire, a howl rose from Storm, from the alpha.

Colibri was not interested in any possible gathering of Storm members, her main priority was to get away fastest possible. Although she ran halfway in panic, her mind was actually quite cool. She would get out of this on her own, and she hoped the pack would make it as well. She had been fortunate enough to wake up before the flames had reached the majority of Storm. What a fucked up world this was. Four-five days after her reunion with Bleeding Souls, it was being consumed by the devil. This was maybe not sign, but she had the right to treat it as such. Goodbye to Clouded Tears, it would exist as long as they would remember it, and the memories would always follow Colibri. She would not forget.

Colibri started her journey over the mountain, alone.


Dying to meet you


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I Speak this, I

dream this, and I 'think'

this.


You "said this"

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Anderung was running toward the pack lands. She knew she shouldn’t be, there was a fire. A huge, terrible fire that had started up. Even though it was day she could see the dark clouds of smoke ahead of her, like an oncoming storm. ’How ironic’ she thought to herself, and put on an extra burst of speed. From a distance she looked like an amber lightning streak even though she wasn’t all that fast. Desperation had willed it.

Meer stopped. Fire was burning close now, she couldn’t see any yet, but she could hear it. The crackling, the snapping, the crashing of ancient trees was the song that this fire was singing. A few tears came to her eyes as she ran onward. She saw that most of Storm was covered in black smoke. Still, she went on, not knowing that she was too late, even Skoll had left by then.


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we launch ourselves into the bright::in character


A desperate cry woke her from shallow, fitful sleep, which she'd had much too little of lately, and Nocht sat straight up, disorientated and primed for attack. It took a few moments for her to shake the last few cobwebs of sleep from her mind and as she did her panic subsided, only for it to be replaced by a different rising fear as she translated Pilot's call. As the dire meaning hit her she scrambled to her feet and dashed for the mouth of the den she had claimed for herself, finally, the last time she had wandered into Storm, drawn by Pilot's announcement of a pack meeting.


Even before she hit the air outside she could smell the acrid stench of wood smoke, pricking at her delicate nostrils. It smelled like the fires they had set at home on too cold night and the one they'd set the day they'd rescued Ember. Side by side with Phoenix, she'd still been barely new to Storm then. It was a while ago now, suddenly. She hadn't noticed the time passing, she thought, as she saw the plume of smoke from the forest fire rise away into the sky and illuminate the far horizon. She greeted it with dread and turned back to grab her bow and, then, to leave. She paused a moment more once she'd grabbed it, poised outside the entrance of her temporary home. She couldn't see the beach from here. Even though she was a little bit upland, it was both too near and too far. She hadn't been back since the incident with the coyote, her salvation at the hand of a hybrid wolf called Conri, but it had been her place of birth unto Bleeding Souls, disgorged from a broken boat to swim up onto the coast and crawl inland to find Storm and Phoenix. She spared a moment longer to think of Phoenix, ill and immobile somewhere, but she wasn't his keeper.


She shifted to her halfling form, satisfied when her thigh wound twinged in complain, but held fast, and placing the bow between her jaws with care took off for the south, as Pilot's cry had instructed. Already the flame's smoke stung and pricked at her eyes, clogged her airways. It moved with an unearthly speed, like nothing she had ever seen before. She left her fishing rod behind, too bulky to carry in her jaws, and the beach and somewhere in all that she felt another loss.

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Hearing Pilots call, she woke up and sniffed the air. Fire. It had gotten to them finally. The call was to head to the south. Getting up, she switched to her halfling form and knowing she could run faster in it, she rushed forward towards the south. The smell of the fire went through her nose and stained her pelt. The burning smoke hurt her lungs as she tried desperately to escape the fire.

Feeling like she lost everything, her heart ached. Not only had she lost her home, but she had lost everything that she had possessed. Tears, other than being caused by the smoke, rained down her cheeks as she went forward, her breath heavy and fast. The suffocating air made it hard for her to breath. She hoped soon she would be out of the air, and into the more cleaner part of the world.


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