break through the ice

Ever Mayawyn · 02-07-2011, 11:18 PM

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Stable snow storm thread. No posting order.
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She had stayed home since the accident, to afraid to venture outside. In the few days she was bed ridden, Ever had wondered who was tending to the stables while she was on a unofficial absence. Her broken wrist and constant waves of fevers would not enable her to feed or groom like usual. Yet still, the thought worried her that it was possible no one had come to their aid since the storm.

It was nearly as cold, if not colder than the first time the girl had left the house. She reached down slightly to pull the covers closer to her face and breathe in the musky scent, opening her eyes when her breath was flooded back towards her. Her wrist and legs were stiff from lack of use and she had been left alone long enough.

The sun was at its noon point and Ezra had left to help with the patrol she could no longer attend, leaving his side of the bed cold for hours. She was bored right down to her bare toes and knew she needed to do something before she went stir crazy. First things first, the horses.

Ever chose a scarf and sweater and pulled the frozen door open and closed. The outdoors was nearly indistinguishable under the growing blanket of white. It was still snowing too. Flakes fluttered down in a weather dance, twirling like fog from the clouds. Ever shivered, rubbing her hands in the plaid scarf as the wind raked through the territory. She limped into the trees and started on the safest route towards the stables.

The temperature continued to steadily drop although the girl remained warmer inside the shelter of the trees. It seemed to take forever to get to the weathered barn than usual since she was on foot and frozen ground. She didn’t bother to call Saphraine, since she knew she would meet with him some time. As soon as he realized she was no longer in the shack, he tracked her down, and together they eventually made it to the stables together.

It was of horrible sight and sound. Most of the already teetering shingles had been tripped off and she could see a broken window towards the back. But the most important factor was that snow had piled in drifts in front of each door. Shuffling and pained whines came from inside.

Ever slipped off her steed with his assistance and hobbled over to the front door. She gazed into a window but it was thickly frosted over, making it impossible to make out details. So she started digging her left paw in the snow and scooping away small dishes of snow away. It was exhausting after days of sitting in bed. After a moment she had to stop and rest, both of her wrists throbbing and her fingers numb.

She sighed tiredly and watched it spindle from her lips. But the sounds inside forced her to continue more even though her right hand was useless and her bruised rib caused a great deal of discomfort. It was obvious she needed help and Ever pleaded that someone would per chance decide upon checking like she did.

Alder · 02-08-2011, 01:16 PM

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hi Smile

Alder could no longer stay inside with the pack. Perhaps he had a bit of cabin fever, perhaps a bit of social anxiety. He had been fine in Haven's cabin, with the little family that he was no feeling could be his own too. His nieces and nephew were growing slowly, and Alder had worked hard to keep them safe and warm in preparation for the journey. He didn't think he had ever been so scared, and it was a whole new fear. But now he thought of those that had not been able to come to the hotel with them. Alder had looked to Haven for reassurance and the two brothers had decided that it was time to check upon the horses in the stable, since those in the hotel were settled and warm.

The masked boy trudged through the snow, thick muscle and pelt keep him warm in the bitter winds. Blue eyes look over the white world, it was like the had been transplanted to another planet. It was his first winter, and it would have a permanent fixture in his memories. They said it was abnormal, that this was the first year that such a storm had happened in their pack's history. Long legs propelled him forward, and the boy was filled with determination that he had not known before traveling with his family through the storm to the hotel. The large wolf looked up at the building, it still stood even beneath the weight of the think layer of snow on its roof. He began to move faster, worry for the horses who's company he enjoyed so much over taking him.

Haven come on He encouraged, urging his older brother on. He didn't know why he said it, not normally one to push any other creature. But they needed to get there, needed to help those trapped inside.

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Haven Aatte · 02-14-2011, 11:49 PM

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Sorry for the hold-up! 300+

The adrenaline rush of needing to get his family to safety in the midst of the winter storm had left the Knight drained upon completion of that task. Haven did not think he had ever been so worried in his entire life, not even when he had been grappling with that pale loner in a struggle of life and death. To keep his children safe, he had needed to put them in harm's way, and it had shaken him to his very core. Thank the powers that be that Linden, Robin, and Felicity had all made it through the dangerous trek just fine and now they were tucked safely inside the warm hotel. It had been tough for him to decide to leave Princess and his newborns behind, even for a short time, but there was one member of his family here that he did not know the condition of: Drogon. Now that Heath was gone, there was no one expressly in charge of the horses' care, though many had picked up the slack in the wake of the Marshall's departure. Now it was incredibly important to check on the welfare of the horses, and of the structure they called home itself.

For the second time in only a few days, the Aatte had taken to his rarely used secui form and now plowed through the snow behind his younger brother on their way to the Niobrara Stables. As they moved through the deep snow, Haven marveled at the size and strength of his adopted sibling. Alder may have been younger than the Seneschal, but that was where any notion of "little" ended. The masked male was intimidatingly large and there was no doubt of his physical strength, even if the boy did not really know how to use it. If it weren't for the direness of the situation, he might have laughed at Alder's urging, but there was no laughter to be found out in the cold world.

As they reached the stables his bi-colored ears could pick up on the sounds of the horses and immediately saw how the doors were buried shut by the drifting snow. Someone was already there, trying vainly to dig the entrance out, but the Knight burst forward and instantly began to dig deeply and quickly into the imposing drifts. His large paws made good scoops, and Alder's would be even more so. Soon they would be able to make it inside.

Alder · 03-01-2011, 09:59 AM

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Thought I'd just move things along a bitty bit :3

Paws sank through the deep cold snow hastily. Alder forgot about how cold it was, and how the wind whipped passed them with a fury. It was harsher outside then most would be able to handle, and the male was glad that the rest of the pack had the hotel to seek shelter in. He had thought of all the horrible possibilities that could have happened to them, and to the newborn pups. But he did not think of those things now, his mind focused on meeting the gray female figure at the barn doors and without much of a word the males began to help her.

Alder moved the snow with his paws at first, but then he used his legs, then shoulders to plow it from in front of the doors. He and his orange brother worked well together, and it did not take much time for the first door to be cleared. Without much thought the boy shifted into his Optime form and grasped the handle. The iron was frigid against his paw pads and he yanked it only enough so that there was a crack in the seam. He slipped his fingers in, thick strong arms pulled against the ice that had sealed the hinges and felt the burn in his shoulders as he strained to open it.

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Ever Mayawyn · 03-05-2011, 05:24 PM

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So sorry for the wait. I haven’t been able to post in what seems like months.

The cold was chilling, biting at her arm and fingers with vicious teeth. Barely any of the chipped red door was visible after all of her effort. She sighed in frustration, watching it spindle from her lips into a cloud. Her broken arm hung limply at her side and throbbed every time it swayed gently with her movements.

Then she could hear voices. Ever struggled out of her leaned over position and perked her auburn ears. There was word carried on the winter breeze every now in then, coming from the other side of the barn. The girl quickly planned how she would defend herself if the wolves happened to be trouble, but any plan was diminished when she was restricted by her arm.

Fortunately, the girl was lucky enough to see and smell two Cour members. One was the rich orange coat of Haven, who she had seen regularly at the stables and the other a younger male who was unfamiliar to her. Immediately they judge the situation and began thrusting their selves deep into the snow. She greeted them with an urgent nod before continuing her awkward, one handed scooping. Relief flooded through her from the help.

A chorus of whinnies erupted when the younger wolf cracked the frozen hinges on the door and managed a sliver of open air in to it. Ever let another angered expressing paint her face. She wished she could do more, but instead loped around to the side where the door had managed to open and cleared as fast as she could. The sweet, gentle smell of hay and horse mud seeped from inside.

Haven Aatte · 03-06-2011, 05:32 PM

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As he had expected, it did not take long for the first door to be cleared once he and Alder both worked to dig it out. Haven noticed his brother shifting to work on opening the first of the doors, but the Knight stayed in his secui form and continued to dig and clear snow away from the entrance. The sound of the horses reacting to the opening door tugged at his heart and he wished for nothing more than to burst through the doors and make sure that they were all okay (especially Drogon). There was still work that needed finished out here though and his legs moved furiously to clear the snow from the stables entrance, large muscles rippling underneath his ochre fur.

Finally, after he felt he had cleared enough snow away for the time being, he moved to help Alder open the doors of the stables. His younger brother was using his brute strength to force to frozen hinges to open and his might was slowly widened the gap. Haven pushed his shoulder against the other door and used all his own strength to push against it, the metal hinges screaming in protest. Strong as the doors were, they were not stronger than the might of the two males and soon they were open wide enough for any of the three of them to easily pass through.

The Seneschal squeezed his way into the stables and shook out his coat before shifting into his optime form. Jade eyes looks out from their new, higher perspective and connected with the deep chocolate of his mustang companion. Haven allowed himself a small moment of relief at knowing that Drogon was alive and seemingly well.

Ever Mayawyn · 03-06-2011, 06:13 PM

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Ever rushed through the open door as soon as she knew there was enough room for her. The stable was dark and warm although the deepest corners had the uninviting chill of winter creeping in. Suddenly, the comforting smell of grain and horse sweat enveloped the wolves and set her nerves to ease. Ocean eyes scanned the aisle and fortunately found only joyous expressions or hungry features on the horse's faces.

It was still early when the girl had left this morning, now glad she did. She didn’t know how long the horses had gone without feed but she didn’t bother to comprehend. Ever slipped past the stalls and towards the hay, one handedly untying a bale and pulling out flakes with a reassuring familiarity. Down the aisle she went again, pulling apart hay and sprinkling it into stalls where hungry horses began consuming without hesitation. When she came to Haven and his horse, Ever handed the Knight the hay along with a quiet

“Thank you,”

Before continuing on. There were few horses in the stables, but enough to be worried about. Many members housed their horses here and since Heath had gone she had taken on a great deal of responsibility caring for them.

As she reached the door, Ever managed to slide it a little farther to allow her stallion in. She rubbed his back as he slipped in, head held high with curiosity and silky mane wet with snow. His eyes were dark and rich in the limited stable light. Beforehand, she had opened a stall for him, and the girl watched the golden steed respectfully touch muzzles with horses down the line before feeding on his own share. Ever leaned back on the hay stack and listened to the muted snowflakes settle in front of the door.

Alder · 03-07-2011, 01:31 PM

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Muscles and joints protested but the male was determined. There was not much grit in the young wolf, his demeanor was soft and pliable, but there had been something hiding within him that made it possible for him to not give up. Perhaps it came from the Inferni king that had sired him, lords knew he had gotten enough dark tones from the dogwolf, perhaps he gained some strong-mindedness from him as well. This was certainly not Anu that was being shown through his masked face. Alder felt his lip lift in a frustrated snarl when the door did not move at first. But it came, yielding to the boy and when Haven joined to assist him it was no match for the pair. Alder took a few slow steps back and held the door open for the Knight to enter. He nodded to the female when she slipped in, and then moved inside himself.

Alder looked for something to keep the door opened while they were inside and moved a large bucket. He added a rock that no doubt lay behind the door as a door-prop on warm summer days, and hoped the wind would not be able to knock it over and trap them inside. Blue eyes looked to see the two older wolves move through the stables, their thoughts and concerns settled on first specific horses and then the rest. The boy knew who he needed to look out for, and went to see the roan mare who was with foal. He moved tentatively at first, but then hurried to where she stayed. Her dark face poked out at him when he arrived at her stall, and she seemed quite at ease. Alder whispered to her, asking if she was well and then moved inside to look at her belly.

All seemed okay, the babe inside still moved at his touch and he smiled softly. He knew how important this foal was, to the absent Marshal, to him and it’s mother. Alder scratched her nose, and then went to help the others. He picked up a few buckets, and headed to the door. They would need water. Should we start a fire? Some how, in some way? He asked his brother quietly, to shy to question the woman.

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Haven Aatte · 03-09-2011, 03:25 PM

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Of course Haven was concerned for the other horses in the stables as well, but it was only natural that his attention would first focus on his own. He and Drogon shared a close bond and the Knight did not even wish to imagine losing the mustang stallion. Ever passed by and handed him some hay and thanked him before she continued down to give food to the rest of the horses. He tossed the hay into Drogon's stall and the horse happily munched on the food, his tail swishing. Now that he was taken care of, the Seneschal's gaze turned outwards to the rest of the stable and it seemed all of the other horses were well too, if some were a little nervous and spooked. Nothing inside the building appeared to be broken either, and that was another boon to be thankful for.

He saw his brother checking in on Lumiere and a sad sort of smile came to his face. The mare was a reminder of the best friend that had had to take his family and leave. He wondered if she missed Heath as much as he did and could only imagine how difficult it must have been for the hybrid to leave his horse behind. Alder grabbed some buckets and then walked towards the door, coming near to him. His brother asked about a fire and Haven thought for a moment. "A small one would likely be good use, to melt some snow for water. We'll have to be careful though, we don't want to spook the horses." The Knight then looked around for a safe place to start a small blaze and cleared the floor before gathering some discarded wood and an old cloth built up. He found some matches on a shelf and struck one, setting the cloth on fire. Soon enough the well-controlled flames spread to the wood and Haven looked over his shoulder to make sure the horses were still fine. All of them were still eagerly eating and had taken no notice of the tiny fire.

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