Snowstorm Thread - Round up the Pack

Shawchert Menue · 02-06-2011, 09:34 AM

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OOC: It is a mandatory thread, you don’t have to keep posting after your first post though! Also There is no posting order!! scramble people scramble!! Smile <3 <3

Shaw could feel it before he knew it was coming. So why didn’t he warn the others? In any case he knew it was coming. He just had to wait until he got a tear from the cloth that was attached to his house to get the gist, the winds were picking up and snow was starting to come down harder. Shaw hurried to Thornbury, howling for anyone outside of the small town to hurry and find shelter. There were only so many spots that they could stay in and the most sturdy of them that he’d worked with had been Sky’s. He hurried as fast as his two legs could go in the whipping of the wind. A snowstorm was brewing and he knew it wasn’t good. Shaw made it to town only a half hour later hoping to expect a few people waiting for him, at least to learn what was happening. No one was there. He howled again this time as loudly as he could, letting the wind take the howl with it. It was a state of emergency, and they all needed to come to make sure that everyone was accounted for. Howling a few more times, he stood at Sky’s porch waiting and hoping he wasn’t too late. It was so hard to see with the wind blowing and such.

Sankara · 02-06-2011, 11:58 AM

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OOC: First one!! X3 BTW, Sankara is on her Scui form right now.

Sankara hurried through the snow. She was making her way to Thornsbury almost blind because of the whirling snow. Since the moment that she woke up, she had sensed that something was wrong...very wrong. She wished that she had stayed near Thornsbury. But, in one of her daily walks, she went too far away from the village. And now she was trapped in the middle of a snowstorm, blinded because of the snow whirling around her, and deaf, because the wind was howling whith such force that she couldn't even hear her own breathing; in fact, she couldn't hear the howl coming from behind her. At the beginning she thought that it was just the wind, but she heard it again, this time harder. Sankara stopped on her tracks and listened. Somebody was calling the pack; Sankara had been running in the wrong direction!

With a growl, she sprinted towards the origin of the howl, praying that she was going in the right direction.

She almost fainted of relief when Thornsbury appeared in front of her. She let out a howl of pure excitement as she kept running towards the place that promised some security. The surrounding houses offered a shelter from direct wind, so the visibility was better. Sankara was exhausted, and she needed to find a place where to rest. But first, she looked for Shawchert; if he had called the pack it must have been because he wanted everybody gathered where they could be safe.

After some minutes she spotted Shawchert standing on the porch of a house. And she sprinted towards there, shivering, as the cold got ahold of her body.

"Shaw" she made a pause to catch her breath "...w-what are going to do now? She managed to ask, controling her panting voice. The race was already was already charging the bill on her. But she kept on her feet, decided not to give up, in case somebody needed her.

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 02-06-2011, 12:45 PM

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ooc: I'm here. Optime form. +5

Mars had felt like there had been something in the universe that was disturbed. Something was coming, and the instinct to hide had become rather great in the quiet man. He didn't like the anxiousness that had been going through his body almost constantly now simply because of the feeling that there was something dangerous around. He'd been sitting in his shop all day, finding some extra wood in his shop to put over some of the windows, mostly the ones downstairs since Mars didn't plan on being upstairs for awhile. He even moved his guitar downstairs and he also brought his clothing, and his blankets and pillows downstairs. Why he felt so safer down here rather than the upstairs would be because of the positioning of a tree over his house. Mars had looked hard at the tree for some time the other night, noticing that it was a young one, but he still was worried about it. He also figured that it might not do much to his shop if it fell over, but he still was cautious and he had found his shit and himself downstairs.

The first howl had been too far off for Mars to hear it, the gusting winds too heavy to actually carry the sound too far. The man had been wrapped up in his jacket and then a nice pelt blanket he had, skinned from an elk from before he had made it to Nova Scotia. Mars worried about his companions, Axel and Vox for a brief moment, but figured that the stables would be safe enough for them to be in. Mars sneezed all of a sudden, and to recover, he'd shake his head roughly. He'd sit there, snuggled in a ball in the corner of his shop (staying away from all of the windows) for about thirty minutes until another howl would be carried on the wind, urgent and calling for all of the pack, including him. The man would hesitate, only if to be warm for a few extra moments before he'd have to get up to let them know that Mars was still alive. The man slowly got up and kept his pelt wrapped around his leather coated shoulders. The jacket plus the pelt kept him extra warm and he was missing it the moment he got up, his stomach being the prime spot where he would feel the coldness. He walked out of his shop, again, slowly, and the wind blew hard against him. He shivered noticeably, and ended up crouching down and wrapping himself all up in the pelt for a moment on his front porch before he realized that he needed to go to his Alpha's call. He didn't want to though. He almost wished he could just let them think he was dead. He sighed before he had sucked it up yet again and he made his way to the house where the call would have come from.

When he arrived, there were only two wolves, both of whom he didn't know. One was an Alpha, the other, he didn't know at all. Mars' mismatched ears fell back on his head lightly as he approached. I don't think that I've met either of you...My name is Mars Russo. the man spoke to the man and the woman, giving each of them a slight bow of his head. This storm is killer... the man quietly spoke..

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Skye Collins · 02-06-2011, 01:26 PM

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Skye had known something was wrong as soon as the winds started howling - and didn't stop. She had been in the stables, trying to calm Jack and the rest of the animals in there, warm with her coat on - but something told her something was wrong. She heard a howling that was not the wind - it was Shawchert. Pushing against the door, she eventually managed to get out of the stables before the door slammed closed behind her due to the force of the wind. She looked back; the stable looked reasonable able to be held up. Right now, her pack came first.

She fought the wind every step of the way until she found herself to where Shawchert was standing - he was with Sankara in front of Sky's house. She walked up to him until she was close enough for him to hear her over the howling winds if she wished to speak. Suddenly, she saw Mars next to her - the pack was coming. She glanced up at Shawchert.

"Shaw, we need to get the pack into stone houses as soon as possible," she yelled over the storm as Mars remarked on the storm. "It's only going to get worse from here!"

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Bangle Guffawri · 02-06-2011, 02:18 PM

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+3. Killer storm is killer :d

The storm came faster than anyone had predicted, and it was safe to say that no one had prepared for it. The coywolf was kept up nearly all night, listening to the howling winds knock harshly on his wooden shack. His home was not a safe place to be in, then, and he worried for Skye - as well as the rest of the pack. For a moment, the traveler thought briefly about the kind of harsh weather he had, well, weathered before, in his travels. Certainly, from the sounds outside, it wasn't anything like what blew that very day.

Sleep never came, and eventually Bangle resorted to packing things up. He could not stay in the wooden house for much longer, he feared it would collapse from how forceful the brutal, howling winds were on the planks. Draping his thick, patchy leather coat around him, he took only essentials across his chest and back, unsure when he'd return. Before he made it to his front door, however, he heard the call, which called every member of Cercatori d'Arte to the town. It was not far, either.. in fact, it sounded as if it came from practically next door.

Opening the front door was work in itself, as harsh winds and loose snow blew into the coywolf's face. He was forced to shut his bright orange eyes, as he forced himself out the door. Bat-like ears twitched at yet another howl that came from the captain, though it seemed far away in this horrible weather. He followed the sound, however, until the sounds of people screaming over the winds came to his attention.

Soon, though the mist and the snow, Bangle could see the forms of several wolves. Thigh-deep in snow, the coywolf trudged through towards Sky's house. It was across the way, but in this weather it took nearly ages to arrive. When he did, he saw the faces of several familiar, and unfamiliar, wolves. It did not matter then, though, for they all were here for a common purpose. The coywolf offered a small grin to each, and stepped up near Skye, shaking his body of the ice that clung to it.

Fallen · 02-06-2011, 02:41 PM

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table by Silver! OOC: Dun Dun DUN! Fallen's panicking *gasp*WC:497

Fallen was bracing the wind with his arms as he walked through the nearby forest to Thornbury. The forest's trees were whipping around him, branches flinging themselves at him. One hit him straight in the face, and god, did it hurt! The snow whipped around him, the wind howling in his ears. He walked slowly, his feet sinking inside the snow. His first year here, and already, a disaster. He hadn't even been there for a month! Or had he? He couldn't remember. He sighed to himself, as he kept walking. He soon put down his arms though, out of frustration, as the wind whipped his bangs to the left. His empty socket was revealed, but at the moment, he just wanted to get out of the damn forest. He large twig hurled itself at his face, getting lodged into his windblown bangs. Fallen then began into a quick run, panicking slightly as he tried to find the town of Thornbury. It seemed he was just running into nothingness, endless white and trees howling. Wait, trees howling? No, that was Shawchert's howl, he could slightly hear it, but the wind whipping around him slightly covered it up. Fallen stopped, and whipped his head around frantically, and searched for the familiar voice again. Where the heck did it come from? He whipped his head around, before he heard the faint howl again. He instantly began to run on his two legs, searching for the familiar man and the familiar town. Just to be sure, Fallen howled back, a loud, long one, his voice echoing slightly.

Fallen listened to the howl once more, and it was music to his ears once he arrived at Thornbury. He sighed in loud relief as he began to run towards where he had heard Shawchert's howl. It was still hard to see, but he could see some of the standing building close to him. After this storm, some most likely wouldn't be standing. His eye flicked around quickly, and with a relaxed sigh filled with relief as he spotted Shawchert. He then realized about his bangs. He quickly took out the twigs, and flicked the bangs over his empty eye socket. Even during a storm, Fallen wouldn't show the ugly blemish. He slowed into a walk, as he tightened the deer fur jacket around him, holding his arms tightly. He wasn't exactly cold, he had pretty thick fur. Yet, even some of the icy winds got to his skin. He walked slowly, until he arrived where he had saw Shawchert. He had no Idea about this storm, Fallen thought today was going to be a nice day. Well, that was wrong. There was about eight wolves, not including him. Ice hung from his nose, and twigs were lodged into his bangs. He shook himself, freeing his body of the ice that clung to him, before he stepped on the slightly crowded porch.

"Guess I won't be hunting for herbs today, Huh?"

Shawchert Menue · 02-06-2011, 02:52 PM

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A few members had gathered. He was happy, it was promising, but he would ignore their comments and complaints, he wanted them inside all in one spot, he knew that Sky’s place was not going to carry everyone inside, but it would hold them nice an warm until they figured out what they needed to do, and everyone came to hear what their plan was going to be.

I will explain everything later but for now I want everyone in one spot, go inside Sky’s house, it’s warm in there and I will be there shortly.

Shawchert said. He again called out for the rest of the members. It was nasty out and he hoped everyone would be ok. He didn’t want to lose a pack member to the storm. He would stay out here as the beacon for all others. He had to make sure everyone got here. He turned to his second in command.

I want you to keep everyone calm, and you are right but first we want everyone in one spot. We need to explain to them what needs to be done.

He said sternly. The wind was whipping his ears around. He turned to the emptiness of the town, the snow was blinding… and he could barely see in front of him. He howled yet again. He would keep this up until he had no voice left. This was the only way anyone could find their way to them. A continuous howl. He was worried for Orin and hoped she could make it out… he had half a mind to go next door and drag her from her bookstore, knowing she’d stay in there stubbornly if she could help it, though he knew she would come to his call eventually… Right now he was forming a plan in his head. he knew which houses were much more sturdy than others, he knew that now his own house was nothing but a bunch of wood and splinters and torn cloth. Some houses were bound to go that way as well.

Sankara · 02-06-2011, 04:37 PM

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The second one on arriving was a...how to describe it? Half black and half white wolf. A curious pattern on Sankara's opinion. She had never seen him before. He was wearing clothes as well...funny thing to her. It seemed that clothing was a new fashion over here. The newcomer introduced himself as mars. Then he said something that Sankara didn't catch. "Hi, i'm Sankara.... Then she shut her mouth. She walked forward and stood near the house's door, to avoid the wind as much as she could. Then, she sat there, shivering, looking as other commarades began to arrive.

The second wolf who arrived was a female. Skye Collins, a co-leader by what she was told. She told Shawchert something about putting everybody under shelter. The things werent's going good for what she could see. There were members still missing; but Shawchert's call had been heard. One by one, other wolves began to come. But none of them, except Shawchert, was familiar to Sankara. The last one who arrived was a reddish male, who looked like he had been hitten by something. Sankara sighed. She was tired, and she was afraid that the other members wouldn't do it to Thornsbury. This thought made her whimper. The memories were still in her memmory...

No! She snapped that thought out of her mind, winking a few times. The only thing she could do was wait...and think. What would happen after the snow? And the other members? This was a heavy blizzard, would it have a strong impact on the territory? None of those questions could be answered now.

Her head darted up as she heard Shawchert telling the others to go inside. She was relieved, and turned to the door to push it open. Her first impression was that the house was already taken. It had the smell of the owner all over it. But well those where the alphas orders, 'go inside the house', right? So she walked and found a spot where to lay beside the door. It wasn't the warmest spot on the house, but Sankara wanted to know if the other members arrived. She whimpered again, worried, but at the same time relaxed, that Shaw's call was giving result. Now that she had a better protection from the wind, she stared at the other wolves, deciding wether it was a good time to talk to them (at least to relax a bit) or not.

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Valinta LeStrange · 02-06-2011, 08:39 PM

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OOC here: Phew. Tongue

Thank the lord for the Superbowl putting me online.

Valinta sat in her treehouse worridly as the wind whipped around and howled. Her tree swayed with her in it, and the already nausous female felt horribly ill. Small pangs kept occuring around her baby, and it worried her even more than the winds, because Valinta would be damned before her baby was harmed, or even worse, killed. And early labor would most definetly be harmful to her child. Which was why it was not allowable.

Bracing herself against the chill wall, Valinta stood up, her breath puffing out in white whisps. Daring to look out the window, her eyes widened at all the snow. Surely that wasn't safe... Valinta decided that she would have to leave. J'adore was gone, somewhere, doing something, so he'd have to try and find her. Valinta hoped that he wouldn't be stuck outside, and could make it somewhere safe.

Then she heard the howls. From Shawchert, they were deep and... Frantic. Panicky. Valinta knew immediately, deep in her gut, that something was wrong. The pack was in danger, and she had to get out of her house right away. Grabbing a small doll, and checking that her necklace was still on her, Valinta carefully stepped onto the branch just outside the doorway. Sliding down, and digging into the bark with her claws, Valinta made it down the tree without managing to injure herself or fall.

Turning around, Valinta huffed as she trudged through the snow. A minute later, she heard a loud cracking sound, and turned to see her tree slowly tilting, and then fall with a crash. If she had left a minute or two later than she did, Valinta would be dead. Clutching her necklace, she rubbed it with her thumb and prayed J'adore was safe. Lifting her feet as high as she could, she trudged through the snow that was up to her waist as quickly as she was able. The added weight from the baby made it hard, but gave her determination.

Making it into Thornbury, Valinta saw a fire, barely, through the window of Sky's house. Leaning forward, she wrapped her hands around her stomach, still holding the doll, and crossed a small boulevard to the stone house. Shaw was on the porch, and she breathed a sigh of relief. If the strong alpha was there, she believed she would be safe. The others there, Skye, Bangle, Sankara, and two males she'd never met before looked as scared as she did. Or maybe they didn't but the wind and snow made it seem like that to her. She was told to go inside, and would glady comply. Opening the door, Valinta just about fell into the home, panting, eyes wide and almost hysterical. Her bottom half was completely white with snow, her upper half not much better. Immediately going to a window, going against her instincts to stay away from them, Valinta stared out and tried to see through the storm for J'adore. She was out of her mind with worry for him.

Valinta Speaks

Slade Auctor · 02-08-2011, 08:14 PM

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OOC: Late, but better late than never.

Ah, snow. It was so light, so fluffy, so calm... or at least, that was how Slade was used to it. His day had been more or less plain an average, walking around alone, hunting, and making up stories. That was how most of his days had been for his entire life, but now he was in a pack and intended to stay in the territory. He knew how disastrous it could be when he ventured outside the borders, and did not want a repeat of the episode with Jaden. His wounds still stung from it all.

Slade shuddered as he trotted along, his gait getting slower. The wind and snow had been rough all day, but now as evening came it was starting to get violent. He shuddered; this was one of those times where he wished he were a Luperci and had a cozy house to stay in. It was a lot better than freezing to death. His fur was long, but it just wasn't made for weather like this. He bent down to chew out ice from between his pads, completely missing the first howl of his leader. Crud, his paws were numb, probably frostbitten. This was a terrible winter.

He knew that he had to get to shelter soon before he froze to death, so Slade tried to make his way to Thornbury. That was where the houses were, and where there were houses there was usually warmth. He remembered his friend Elaine, who he had met a few days ago; maybe she would let him stay with her. Still, none of it really mattered if he couldn't see where he was going.

Stupid snow. Stupid wind. Stupid myopia, Slade thought. He could hardly see what was two yards away in the first place without a flipping white blur in his face. He couldn't even use scent to find his way with the snow quickly stuffing his nose.

What would his brave, heroic, fictional-ideal-of-his-true-father done to survive the cold? That legendary man had never faced a storm in real life, since he wasn't real himself, but he would just use his determination to survive. Slade knew that he needed to do the same if he was going to have any hopes of getting through this.

Fortunately, he wasn't ridiculously far away from the town, and soon he picked up another howl. Determination surged through the young coyote's body, and he forced his legs to run, picking up speed. He managed not to make too many crashes and soon managed to reach Thornbury. He saw Shawchert standing on the porch of a house, giving orders for everyone to go inside, and Slade was all too happy to obey. He admired Shawchert's bravery, out here and facing the elements at their worst, just to make sure that his pack was there. It was just how Slade imagined his father to act.

Slade slipped inside right after a pregnant black female, who he recognized as Valinta. He didn't have time to look around to see if he recognized anyone; warmth flooded him instantly. He slunk into a corner, sat down, and let out a heavy sigh. Already he was starting to feel the floor with his paws, which was a relief. Thank goodness for his pack. He would have never survived the storm if it hadn't been for this. Even though he didn't know most of them, Slade realized that they were a family, whether they liked it or not.

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Orin Takekuro · 02-10-2011, 04:50 PM

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She heard the pressing cries of her leader from within the safe confines of her bookstore, but Orin was unable to answer. She was doing much better now that she had told Shawchert about her pregnancy and the future father stepped up to the responsibility, helping Orin get the proper care and nutrition. The girl had almost accidentally starved herself on winter rations before she knew she was pregnant, and there was a short while there that the unborn pups' lives were in jeopardy because of their mother's state. She had improved greatly, her body responding wonderfully to the good care it now received, and what was once an under developed belly had quickly become an awkward, beautiful little bump in the girl's slender figure. She was halfway through her pregnancy now, but her belly looked like it was a couple weeks ahead, perhaps making up for the time it took to begin to grow initially.

But at times the pregnancy was still very hard on the petite Takekuro woman. She was receiving great care now, and had only actually recently moved out of Shawchert's house and back into her bookstore, with strict orders to be seen daily to make sure that nothing went awry, but they were finally in the “safe zone” now and Orin was free of the fear of a random miscarriage due to health. With Shawchert's help they constructed a bed that was much more fit for an expecting woman, and it was a marked improvement from the old nylon army cot she had been sleeping on. Her back no longer ached, even if it was hard to get to sleep some nights around her rapidly expanding belly.

Last night had been one of the sleepless ones. It was as though Orin's very legs were rebelling against her body and refused to sleep, even though the rest of her craved the caring touch of slumber. She spent the night twisting and rolling in her plush bed of skins, wiggling her legs and trying to get them to stop. They refused, so she relented to their demands and got up, leaving her bedroom for the treasures of the bookstore below. She grabbed one of her old favorites, a novel by the human author Mark Twain, and settled in at her desk. Little did she know, her legs were suddenly happy to let her sleep.

Shawchert's howling woke her up hours later. Her eyes darted to the window and she could see thick sheets of snow falling, but could not see her alpha's form moving through the streets beyond the floating blanket of snow. He called so many times. There was an emergency! What was going on? Was it this snow? Or was someone hurt?

Orin leaped to her feet but was hit with a wave of dizziness. She forgot she could not leap around like she was accustomed to doing. She dropped back into the chair for a moment to let it pass, then got up slowly again. Shawchert's frantic cries were dying out now, but she knew where he had gone.

Normally, being the Tundra wolf that she was, she could have run right outside and to him. But not now, not in her state, not with a blizzard raging outside. She could not risk going out into sub zero temperatures when there were who-knows how many little lives counting on her to be responsible and safe. She needed to cover up before she could go out.

Clothing was important now, too, for she did not normally keep clothes other than her cloak and shawl. So Orin hurried back upstairs – as much as she could “hurry” - and dressed herself in the black top and skirt she had found the day she visited the costume shop in the Court with Mars. The outfit so suited her taste for fantasy but was quickly becoming too small for her belly. Wearing clothes was a strange thing for her, and she shifted awkwardly in them until her fur had settled under the fabric and no bits were pulling or pinching anymore. Once she was somewhat comfortable, she draped her cloak over her shoulders and clasped it shut. Then she moved to her bedroom door... and heard a great, muffled crashing sound.

“What?” She muttered audibly, then scuttled out of her bedroom and down the stairs. She peered at the front window of the store, which was completely white now. Moving to the front of the store, the unlatched the door, but it was barely open when a torrent of snow came tumbling in. “Ahh!” She screamed and shoved her weight against the door, forcing it closed. She spun around and headed for the back, slipping through the old stock room. She grasped the chilled handle and turned, but this door opened outward, and it would not budge. Snow had slipped from the slanted rooftop of her bookstore and was blocking both exits. In a moment of panic, she ran through the bookstore and back up to her bedroom. Despite the chill winds, she threw open her shutters and leaned out the window, snow collecting in her dreadlocks.

“Shawchert!” She called at the top of her lungs, but she could barely even hear her own voice over the winds. “Shawchert! Can you hear me? Can anybody hear me?” She waited for a response, and when none came she let a long howl ring. It was probably her last chance to be heard. Maybe one of her neighbors could hear? “Mars! Bartholomew! Bangle?”

She wanted Shawchert to know she was okay, and normally being stuck in her bookstore would not have been such a bad thing. They could dig her out later when the snow was over. Only... she had been going out every day for her food, and had no resources stockpiled in her stores at the moment. She flinched when she heart the sound of breaking glass downstairs: something broke one of the windows. Now the unforgiving cold was filtering into her bookstore.

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He thought he heard something between his howls’ but what got to him was the very familiar howl of Orin. His ears perked up as it sounded urgent. Looking over at her book store he could see why. It was hard to see much, but he could tell the difference between the snow and the store and the snow was winning, covering the doors. But the windows. He hurried over to the store and soon was able to see the pregnant woman in the second floor.

Do the windows Open from downstairs? Can you fit through them?

Shawchert cried, that was a stupid question as he saw that a window had already broken. He growled, well there was too much glass now… Looking around he hurried to the back door, which was covered… Curse it! He frantically dug at the snow, throwing it this way and that. He was not panicking, in no way would he do that, but it was cold, so cold, and Orin was stuck in her house where the snow was filtering in. he dug and dug, though it seemed like it was getting resettled with more snow, he found he was making some progress. He howled once or twice, knowing a few other ‘d Arte’s were out there… What if they were trapped too, his heart clenched at the thought. He dug and dug until he cleared a small way for the door to open and he wrenched it open, keeping it that way as he ran into the store…

Orin come on, we have to get to safety!

Shawchert was panting from all the work he did, digging out the door, he kept his eye on it so that it stayed open, but he wanted to escort her out… He was at a cross roads now, what he wanted to do he couldn’t because there was something he needed to do… that was to have an escape from this death trap.

Orin Takekuro · 02-11-2011, 02:53 PM

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Her ears and nose were already freezing just from leaning out the window for such a short time. She ducked back inside her bedroom once to rub her face, trying to warm herself up enough to lean outside again. She should not even have come back inside for that long, she could have easily missed someone's return call. A gale assaulted the the bookstore's structure as she bent forward to lean out the window again, and one of the large shutters swung closed, smacking her in the forehead. She let out a little cry of surprise and pain and her hand flew up to her had, pressing on the sore spot. When she brought her fingers back, a small trail of red oozed on her fingers. It wasn't a big wound, but the blow had split open a small cut of skin, and head wounds can bleed like the devil.

Angrily, she shoved the shutter open again and held her hands out to prevent a repeat performance, and she was just in time, too, for she could have sworn she heard a faint voice call to her through the static. Window... downstairs... through them... Was all she could pick up, but she patched together the nature of the request. “No, they're decorative panes, they don't open. I can't get out that way, one of them broke inwards and there's glass everywhere!”

She squinted against the onslaught of white, and after a moment she swore she saw a shadowed figure moving down below, at the back wall of her bookstore. “Shawchert? Is that you?” She was certain her voice was lost to the wind. But hopefully here, protected by the alley way, the storm could not batter him too much while he tried to find a way out. She strained to watch, to see what he was doing, but she could not make it out. Whatever he was doing, he was finding her a way out. Then, finally, the sound... The downstairs stockroom door was opened, wedged open by the valiant Capitano, and the wind and snow fought to undo his efforts.

Orin yanked the shutters closed and latched them, hoping that the old latch would hold and that the storm would not come in and destroy her bedroom. There would already be enough damage to the most important floor of her bookstore. Luckily, they had hit sub-zero temperatures, so the snow would keep for a while and she would have time to shovel it back out before it melted and destroyed everything.

On her way to the door she grabbed her satchel, filled to the brim with her most important journals and materials. She slung it over her arm and her cloak trailed behind her as she hurried down the stairs. When she turned at the end of the stairway, she could see Shawchert standing in the back of the store, holding their escape route. There was no time to waste! No time to spend on thank you's, or you're my hero's, or damn, look, I'm bleeding's. He would notice the blood that seeped through the fur of her forehead.

She ran over to him, suddenly as graceful and energetic as she was before her pregnancy. This was not only a matter of her own well being, but now a matter of keeping her and Shawchert's unborn puppies safe. She scuttled up to Shawchert then wedged herself through the door. Once outside, she scanned the area around them but could see nothing but white two feet in front of her.

“Shawchert,” she said, a bit hysterically. “I can't see a thing. Where do we go?” She shivered and pulled the cloak tight around her body, trying to hold the split closed with delicate fingers.

Shawchert Menue · 02-12-2011, 10:45 AM

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WC: 415 OOC: whew, if you have a problem with the slight PP let me know <3

Shawchert indeed did notice the blood which worried him, thought it was only a small bit. He was sure that Sky would be able to patch her up, but for now it was imperative that they got out of there. Orin hurried outside, and was soon nearly lost in the blizzard. Shaw hurried after her, making sure to close the door. He took a hold of her arm, but said nothing. He knew where he was right now, and he pulled at her.

It’s this way. Come on!

Shawchert was glad that he had a good sense of direction as he pulled her. His path to her was almost covered and windswept but he was able to follow that, as well as keep his attention on where they were going, even though the snow stung his eyes, and the wind blew his fur every which way.

We are almost there.

He said, he could feel the cold getting into his lungs, and he couldn’t help but cough. He kept going though, even though he felt that every part of his body was going to freeze now. He had to make sure Orin got back, and then keep watch for anyone else. The wind whipped him suddenly, making him stumble for a second, but he caught himself, and hoped that it hadn’t effected Orin at all. She was at least dressed for the weather… oddly enough. He was glad though, he wasn’t sure how he would feel if she had gotten sick just after she’d finally gotten back to near full health. He knew he would blame himself for it. Sky’s house came into view in no time, and he felt excited. She would be safe there, everyone would… though he knew not everyone could stay in the house, some would have to make their way to another house that would be able to withstand a storm.

There it is, only a little further!

Shaw said as they stumbled to the steps. He was panting now from having to work on getting Orin out, but it was worth it.

Go inside now, there’s still others out here that need to know where to go!

Shaw said, as he turned to howl again through the wind and snow, his voice was starting to go, and he was having a hard time not thinking about how cold it was getting, but he had to make sure everyone was there. He had to make sure they would make it.

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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...

Bao Di Luca · 02-12-2011, 09:02 PM

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OOC I've purposefully been slack on things, I'm very sorry. D: I should have posted sooner! I really need to get back into his character, so not such a great post this one. WC: 457

If Hell froze over this is what it would be like with whipping winds that could knock even the most well balanced of canine over and snow that could make one a living snowman. This, right now, was Hell on Earth. Well, at least for the young wolf as he trudged through the wretched white that was snow. Like any other sensible creature he had gotten some terrible feeling something would be happening, but never did he expect a storm of such a degree to hit. So it came to no surprise that anyone would not be ready for such a force of nature when it hit.

As he pushed himself through the moaning wind and snow he started thinking mentally beating himself for how stupid he was to have not looked for a home before this. Though, he wasn't the only one going through this and there were definitely those worse off. So such selfish thoughts should not have been be allowed in his mind at the moment. As he continued on he passed a few houses of the wooden kind and they didn't look too well. Being made of such weak material the buildings were easy targets for the viscous wind. None of the pack members lived in these, right?

With the roar of the wind Bao was completely oblivious to Shawchert's first few calls as by the time they reached the boy's ears they sounded nothing more than like the wind. Silently he curse himself for not having the proper clothing for this kind of time and made note to find better pieces seeing as simply buttoning up his shirt did little warmth for him.

By the time Shawchert's call sounded once more the Italian had no idea where he was though when the call got to him it sounded rather close which made some sort of relief wash over him. But where did it come from? He couldn't see squat in this! Whipping his head around he tried to pin point the direction of the howl before just making a random guess and headed off in a new direction.

After minutes of wandering he manage to spot two figure, one hurrying to the white though he assumed it was a house, and he quickly recognized the larger figure of Shawchert. Even in blinding snow it wasn't hard finding the alpha. Choking out a sigh from frozen lungs he went over to the leader as quick as he could

"Shawchert, is everyone here?" he yelled over the wind.

He knew it was most likely not his place to ask, but those falling house made Bao somewhat worried about the pack's safety throughout the storm. What if someone lived in those? He couldn't bear the thought of a packmate being harmed.

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