and the crashes are heaven, for a sinner like me
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Setting Location Form NPCs
Location: Halifax

Date: 22 Sep* (Backdated)

Weather: Hurricane!

Time: Afternoon
Optime
Wilson
Mai

they took for granted your soul
and it's ours now to steal

Date can be tweaked a bit if ya like. Once again, I'm sorry for the horrendous wait.

Word Count → 000


The wrath of the ocean had reached the city.

Eighty mile per hour winds sent the waves crashing against the docks, destroying them. Rain pinged against the windows of the abandoned building, and the entirety of the concrete shell seemed to shake back and forth, sending a hollow groan up through its skeleton. The groan was echoed by the scrawny wolf hidden within, curled up in a tiny ball in the corner of the dressing room and covered in a pile of old musty clothes. He closed his eyes and buried his muzzle against his knees, groaning again. He thought for sure that he was going to die, as he’d thought the past couple of nights as the gales raged outside. He had done wrong, had not repented, and now Tanrı was punishing him with the finality of death, an eternity of hell before an eternity in hell. He was on land, but all the terror of his trips out at sea came back and broke over his head like the cold swells beating into the coastline.

The building shook again, a louder rumble trembling through its frame, and a hoarse scream brought his ears to attention before they flattened against his head again. There was little more he could do for the horse; she was sheltered inside the old clothing store, even if the roof leaked and the walls threatened to give with each heavy blast of furious wind. The sounds of her shrill whinnies continued for a few more minutes until he heard her moving about in the main room, probably crashing into clothing stands and mannequins. He knew he’d likely get trampled to death even if he did want to leave his little spot and comfort her.

Levent whimpered again before blinking as a pair of bellbottom jeans in the corner of the dressing room shifted. A white cat crawled out from underneath them, amber eyes flickering to the man before he meowed quietly and bounded over into his arms. Wilson put one paw on either side of the wolf’s shoulders in a Luperci-reminiscent gesture, his claws digging lightly into fur on one shoulder and scar tissue on the other, his head stretched up and tucked against Levent’s neck as a weak, tremulous little purr left him. Though usually the more level-headed of the two when it came to disasters like this, Wilson was scared as well, and it was all Levent could do to embrace the tomcat in return and wait for the worst of the weather to pass so he might catch a half hour of sleep.


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#2
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Out of Character


In Character

He could hear his heart pounding in his ears. Sheer surges of adrenaline pulsed throughout him as he "braved" the weather. Though, his behavior did not show any sort of courage at all. Helios stood hunched, too afraid to move and soaked to the skin from the pelting rain. Bullied by the wind, he felt himself too weak to even move. He wondered how he even came to where he stood, exposed and bare on an open street in which ancient sprawled but were not filled with water. He had gone to find his sister, who had no doubt been smarter than him in this weather, taken precautions or even just simply shelter. The Australian Shepherd would have cursed his actions if his mind would have complied.


In his frozen fear, he had drawn his father's sword as if to ward off his terrors. The glinting steel proved only to be dangerous and volatile in the frenzied gale that surrounded him. A livid cut stood out on his leg where a gust of wind had whipped the one handed blade into his thigh. Helios was simply too numb to feel the pain but he had stared as the blood ran through her reddish fur and pooled at his foot. When his injury dawned on him, he made a hasty gesture to sheath the sword, though his shakiness caused him to gash his left hand and drop the sword entirely. The shepherd meekly watched it skitter across the ground, heralded by wind and water.


The Australian Shepherd pursued on instinct, feeling the full extent of his fear when his knees almost fell from under him. Winds battered him mercilessly and the raging heavens laughed at his humiliating of fear as he finally grasped the hilt and safely returned it to its sheath. Wearied by the pursuit, he had the inclination to sleep where he crouched, almost more exposed than he was before. He would have had he not heard the sound of a horse. Helios Kowl had very rarely had experience with horses, in his life time he had only seen a few. Though, lately, horses had brought pleasant enough experiences with him. Glancing at the glowering sky, he followed the terrified sound, in a half-crouched run as the pelting rain blinded him. The sound had brought him to a building that within held a horse that was lashing out in what Helios' believed was fear. The canine recoiled but was hit by a blast of wind that drove him into the more sheltered home with pure necessity. Helios was still terrified though, the screaming storm at his back and a terrified horse at his front, he had very few options.


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they took for granted your soul
and it's ours now to steal

Word Count → 000


The Turkish man’s lips moved as he whispered a silent prayer, his eyes closed and his cream fingers curled into the fur at the nape of Wilson’s neck. He wondered if the ocean would simply sweep out across the whole of the city and wash the buildings away, or if a skyscraper might fall under the might of the wind itself; it certainly sounded like this smaller clothing store would collapse if the rain beat just a little bit harder on its roof.

Minutes passed, but they stretched like an eternity. Levent shifted nervously and was rewarded with a stab of pain through his back from being cramped in the same position for so long. Gritting his teeth, he tried to stand up and stumbled against the wall as the cat crouched nervously at his feet. By the time he’d thrown a hand out to catch himself and paused to catch his breath, however, Levent heard another scream from the mare: but this one with a different message. Most of the sounds had been wordless terror even from the point of Low Speech, but this one was a fearful demand, a question that cracked at the end: a plea for this someone or something to reveal themselves.

“Someone else is here,” Levent growled to the cat, but even as much he wanted to hunker down and leave that someone to their fate, he didn’t want Mai to injure herself or them in the panic. He left Wilson in the dressing room, though, not wanting to risk him being outside of the safe nest.

The brown wolf stepped out into the main room, throwing a command at the mare in her own tongue to calm down. Her response was as sarcastic and contemptuous as ever, but there was a note of sheer panic in her voice that he chose to ignore. The whites of her eyes showing, her ears flattened, the paint horse managed to step back away from the red merle dog she’d been about to corner, her legs shaking.

“You here for shelter?” Levent asked the dog, his own ears flattened, his hair and head-cloth in disarray. He tried to keep his voice level, maybe even a little ironic in its tone, but his words came out too flat and curt for his liking, betraying his fear—if his bristling bottlebrush tail and acidic reek didn’t already.


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out of character

The appearance of the canine was a blessing. He could not have wished for another face to appear, though it seemed that the particular face was rather roughed up. The scar on his shoulder deterred him momentarily, his feral anxiety giving him pause. However, any fate was better than being trampled by a horse which seemed to be the other option in the situation. At the face of another animal, the fringes of his numbness began to melt away and the sharpness of his fear cut him deeper than that of the blade at his hip. Clutching the door frame for some vague sense of support, he managed a nod.


Groaning internally at the effort, and flattening his floppy ears against the scream of the wind he retreated further within the confines of the building. As he passed the threshold of the building, his eyes did not leave the horses face. The animal terrified him, a placid horse managed to put him on edge, but one that panicked and furious with fire in it's eyes was a monster to behold. It wasn't until he passed the current occupant in the second doorway when he allowed himself to relax slightly. His fur was sodden with rain, leaving wet paw prints behind him that were dappled in the blood of his leg wound that was beginning to smart again. Exhausted, physically and mentally, he flopped onto a lumpy pile of rotting clothe that reeked of mildew.


Helios released a sharp hiss of pain when he rested his hand on the cut on his leg, but managed to close his eyes for a moment and take in a few, deep relaxing breathes to calm his pounding heart. It was only then when he allowed himself to stare at his savior and current roommate with clearer eyes. His dark hands still twitched with every gale of wind and crack of thunder, but with reasonably strong walls around him he felt confident enough not to be blinded by his fear. "Helios," he said currently, flopping a hand on his white chest. "Might as well know each other before this storm kills us. You?" Bowing his head and rubbing his throbbing temples anxiously listened to the storm and the rocking of the walls around him.


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#5
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they took for granted your soul
and it's ours now to steal

The merle dog nodded, and Levent stepped back to give him room to enter the building and escape the howl of the wind and rain. He noticed the attention the stranger paid Mai, and Lev couldn’t blame him for that; he kept an eye on the horse as best as he could, too. He already had enough trouble handling her during peaceful times, but this storm was bringing out a vicious fear in the animal that had the Turk glad he could control her at all. Luckily, she managed to retreat to the other side of the store’s main room, still shaking and making the occasional sound of discomfort as the walls seemed to creak around them.

The second thing that Levent noticed as the blood on the other’s leg, and he stared with a scowl as the canine flopped down into a clothes pile. His ears swiveled forward, managing to unpin from his skull, as the other introduced himself. “Levent,” he answered, his voice clipped, and inclined his head for a moment. “Give me a second.” He gestured for Helios to make himself at home and disappeared into the dressing room for a moment, shuffling through his belongings and answering Wilson’s mewed questions before returning to the main room with a roll of gauze he carried for situations like this.

“I can help wrap you up if you need it,” the Turk said, even though he was far from an expert at any kind of first aid. “Can at least stop the bleeding.” He glanced at the floor and found a place to plop down, throwing the roll from hand to hand anxiously and managing to temper his fear with interest for this newcomer.

“You another loner?” he asked, unable to smell a pack scent over the mildew of the store and the salt of the wind and rain. “If not, you’ve chosen a hell of a time to go exploring.” He guessed, at least, that the pack lands would be better protected than this—or he had to believe so, subconsciously fearing for his former comrades in Cercatori d’Arte.



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