And if I get scared? (I'll hold you tighter)

Krios

POSTED: Wed Jan 01, 2020 3:22 am

Optime | Lesser Forest of Millstone Village | Fore-dated: January 11th; morning (+706)

[EVENT] Winter 2020 Blizzard

The weather had turned sour faster than she or Krios could have predicted it to.

The pair had been out on a scouting mission beyond the Kingdom’s borders. They had intended it as a light venture, but, when the skies on the horizon had taken an ominous look to them though, the couple had decided to abort the mission in favor of safety. There was a different look to the clouds, a different smell on the icy, bitter wind. There was something about it that had driven Kamari’s instincts crazy. They told her to run. They told her to hide.

The storm had grown as evening had approached, and they had been forced to take shelter and wait it out. When their bodies had naturally awoken them to the early hours of the following morning, they’d set out again, intent on making their way home.

Kamari hugged her hands tighter to her chest, doing her best to keep them warm in the frigid temperatures that surrounded her. The snowdrifts were thick even in the forest, and the winds had picked up judging by the growing sway of the tall pines’ branches above. It had been hours since they had left their temporary hideout, had been hours since the rain had finally become snow, and, even still, the falling precipitation showed no signs of stopping. If anything, Kamari could have sworn that it had gotten heavier.

Thankfully, it wouldn’t be much longer until they reached their home though, and they could get out of this freak snow storm.

She had been following in Krios’ wake for most of the morning, finding it easier to traverse the ever-growing piles of snow that way. When they came upon a steep dip in the terrain though, she’d moved out to walk beside him so as to not crash into him. The freezing rain that had fallen the day before had made slick spots in places, and the snow had only covered such dangerous traps left behind by the furious Mother Nature.

A strong gust of wind kicked up, throwing stinging pellets of snow at her face. Even with her hood up, it still managed to assault her. Kamari shut her eyes in an attempt to keep the snow from coming into contact with them, and, blindly, her hand reached out to grasp a nearby branch she’d seen just seconds before for stability. It missed, and her normally agile body was stiff in its attempt to rebalance itself in the freezing temperatures.

Kamari stumbled, sliding down the slope faster than she had intended. But, as she came to a flailing halt, she was satisfied that she’d managed to remain upright through it all. She cast a glance at her husband nearby, if only to silently reassure him that she was alright before he could ask it. She didn’t want to speak if she didn’t have to, not when the air was so cold in her lungs.

Balance obtained once more, the Shadow continued onward, intent to continue their journey home as quickly as possible. She took a handful of steps before she suddenly noticed a distinctly different feeling in her feet.

Craaack!

It felt like the air had been forced from her lungs somehow, and, for a split second, she forgot how to even breath.

Cold. Numb. She realized these afterwards.

When her breath finally came to her, it was ragged, chilled, as she screamed, “K-Krios!”

She’d fallen, and she was nearly chest-deep in frigid waters, had gotten soaked all the way up to her neck from her initial plunge.

Desperately, her claws raked the ice around her as violent shivers began to stiffen her limbs.

Get out. Get out! Get out! Her body blared at her frantically.

When she tried to pull herself up onto the ice though, it only buckled beneath her.

She could feel the bottom of the creek, could stand up without total fear of drowning, however, because of all the snow, she couldn’t tell which way led to solid land, and which way might only lead to deeper waters.

Get out. Get out! Get out! She couldn’t stay in the water!

Kamari Kaiser

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POSTED: Wed Jan 01, 2020 6:09 pm

Krios had felt the weather patterns shifting like a sixth sense, but there was nothing he could do about it once he realized it. It had started as a strange itching sensation in his brain that quickly turned into an understanding of wrongness and danger. It seemed that neither one wanted to say anything about it, in case they were wrong. And then the storm hit them, too soon for either of them to be truly prepared for it.

He had hoped that it would die out after the first heavy flakes came on the tail of the freezing rain. It didn't. They peered out that early morning, hiding in some old hole, only to see the weather had intensified overnight and made things so much worse. Krios had wished they had moved on through the early hours of it since it seemed it was a true blizzard and not just a sudden snowstorm.

It was too late to look back and complain, though. Krios could see the cold affecting Kamari more than anything else in the world could. Her thin fur left her vulnerable to the sudden temperature drop and incessant cold. He himself was better off by far, blessed with a pelt of northern species. Kamari was descended from the sand-dwelling jackals. She was always at a disadvantage in the winter.

He shot her worried glances now and again as she trailed after him, following the trail that he blazed for her. His greater size meant that his path would be more secure than hers, even if he would have preferred her closer to his side. At least he could provide her with a better buffer against the wind and snow. For the moment.

Goddess, he hoped that she would make it through the storm. He could not stand to lose someone else.

His nails scraped along patches of ice, a gift given by the rain that had preceded the snow. He could scarcely feel the bottoms of his feet let alone his toes as he walked on. How was Kamari doing? A wind gust at the wrong moment forced him to pause, raising a hand up to block the stinging shards of snow that blinded him. He hissed at the painful sensation on his nose.

And then he realized that Kamari had slid down further than him. The hair on the nape of his neck rose instantly as he skid the rest of the distance, her glancing toward him reassurance. He exhaled a breath he did not know he was holding in as she straightened herself. She was okay.

And then came the thunderous crack that echoed and ached more than the cold of the snow around him. Kamari was still okay. And then she suddenly wasn't. No, no she was not okay.

His lungs seized and the air cemented in his lungs like concrete.

He couldn't breathe.

She was so far.

No.

No, no, no. No. No. NO.

He was not going to lose her. Not Kamari. Not her. Not another part of his heart. He had nothing left to lose and she was more precious than gold.

He lunged forward without thinking as his name ripped from her lips unbidden, shaky with the freeze that was coursing through her body. His eyes widened as he ignored any warnings for his own safety, her name repeating on loop in his head at full volume to drown out the blood rushing through his ears.

Had he taken a second to think, he would have known that she was not about to drown and that the water was frigid. But Krios was panicking just as much as Kamari was in that freezing water. Cracking ice rang out in the air, coupled with the splashing of a panicking jackal. Scraping and clawing, she was trying to get out.

Krios flung away his pack, cloak, and bow, grabbing a nearby branch. It was slick with hoarfrost and he could feel icy thorns pricking the pads of his hands. He did not care. The moment his feet crossed the safety of the shore, he heard the faint crackling sound that accompanied a slivering of ice.

He nearly whined at the sound but leaped forward anyway. The ice echoed beneath him but somehow did not splinter. Yet. Krios offered the thick branch to her just as the ice gave way beneath him and he went down. But he was only submerged to the waist. He shuddered with the cold but it was taking far longer to hit him with the heavy double coat that was his heritage.

Without a word, he broke ice between him and Kamari, grappling her into his arms with no hint of hesitation to be found. As he pulled her close, he found himself mumbling her name under his breath, wrapping his arms around her smaller frame.

Krios pulled them toward the creek's shore, lifting her out onto the snow before dragging himself out, too. Water dripped down from them both and it was slowly penetrating his fur. He shook out as best as he could and quickly grappled with the cloak that Kamari was wearing, sodden with freezing water as it was.

His breath was a white cloud as he rapidly inhaled and exhaled. Hurry, hurry, get that off, we have to get it off. Or should we hurry home? What's faster? Oh, Goddess take it, he cursed, fumbling and nearly whining in frustration.

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POSTED: Sun Jan 05, 2020 3:37 pm

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It was a curse sometimes, her mother’s blood. In the winter months especially, Kamari had wished she had taken more after her father’s thicker, wolfish pelt. Standing almost chest-deep in frigid waters, she wasn’t even certain having a thicker coat might have helped her in that moment. She was chilled to the bone. In her panic to escape from what would be a slow, agonizing death, Kamari kept trying to pull herself onto the thin ice.

Claws scraped for purchase, only to be plunged beneath the water’s surface when she applied downward pressure. Her heart was pounding, and her breath was ragged, shaky. It seemed almost everywhere she tried, she only made the water that surrounded her bigger, only made the situation worse.

But she needed to get out!

Krios made his way two her, and she instinctively changed direction to meet him. He had come from solid land. To go to him would mean safety.

He reached out for her with a branch, and Kamari tried to reach for it. Her arms were too short though, the distance between them too great. It was in that same moment that the ground beneath her husband broke, plunging him, too, into the frigid waters. She nearly shouted his name in her surprise, however, the word died on her tongue when she realized it was shallower where he stood.

Thank the gods.

He broke the ice to meet her, and she tried her best to do the same with her smaller fists. His hands wrapped around her the moment there was nothing but open, dark water between them, pulling her tightly against him. Her fingers grasped desperately around his neck in her relief, and held onto him tightly as he ferried them to shore.

Her brain—more focused on the even colder feeling of being both wet and exposed to the frigid winds and brisk air—took a moment to register there was solid ground beneath her once more. It wasn’t until Krios began to pull at her fur cloak that she was broken out of her reverie. “Th-thanks,” she managed through shivering teeth, working with him to get the material off of her wet body.

“P-pants. I n-n-need to get o-out of th-those t-t-too!” She said the instant she was free of her cloak.

The rest of her clothing could wait. It would take too long to downgrade all of her winter clothing and gear. Snow would only stick to her sodden pants, and, already, the drifts were growing massive. As for her fur cloak, while it was meant to for snow and cold rains, it had grown heavy with the amount of water it had absorbed from her fall. It was an unnecessary weight that would need to be shed if they were to make it home quickly.

She needed to get warm and dry, otherwise, she risked dying from the cold.

Kamari had already begun to strip the pants off, trying her best to work fast despite the growing trembling of her hands.

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POSTED: Sun Jan 05, 2020 4:27 pm

His fumbling fingers managed to get the cloak undone, letting the heavy thing fall to the ground with a dull thud. The thing had clearly gotten sodden and heavy with the freezing water. Kamari's stuttering voice crackled through his brain like the ice had shattered beneath their weight. She began to remove her own pants and he scurried to gather up his cloak. By the time he turned around she had removed it. He swept his cloak around her and wrapped up in it tightly, forcing her to grab the edges and pull it toward her midriff.

Why do you want to scare me to death so much? he muttered as he rubbed at her back, the fur cloak between his palm and her flesh. The feeling of panic had not subsided at all, honestly, and his own voice was shaky. Kamari shivered visibly before him, likely getting colder and colder the longer they stood out there in the billowing wind and snow. He looked at his bow and pack, her own things, and then at the shivering woman.

Time was not on their side, and he did not have a lot of options. They needed to get her inside as quickly as possible. These were all the things that Kamari had told him before and warned him about. He knew that the winter was her worst time to be outside. Compounding it with the water and her lack of winter adaptation meant that life was far more dangerous in the winter for her. Damned jackal blood.

Don't complain, he said suddenly as he spun about and positioned himself before her with his back facing her. He waited for her to scramble to his back, feeling her hands around his neck, as he grabbed her legs to support her weight. The cloak made everything heavier and more cumbersome, but he did not dare to utter a single groan. Her legs were damp against his clothing, but he could not quite feel that cold at all.

It took a bit of effort to grab his bow and her sopping clothes, but he added them to his burden as best as he could without dropping Kamari. And then he started walking toward home. Mercifully, it was not too far from where they were at, but it was still an incredibly unpleasant walk. His back started aching halfway through and the wet parts of his own legs were finally feeling the sharp wind against his flesh.

But they made it. They made it to the door of their home. Krios fumbled with the door, leaning against it as he tried to open the handle. It took far too long for him and when the mechanism finally turned, the door launched open widely. He stood in the open doorway for a moment, panting from all the exertion of carrying her from the creek edge to their home.

Krios quickly shuffled her to the fireplace, kneeling so that she could climb off his back. He settled her on the fur by the fireplace, even though there was no fire in the hearth. It was dead, no embers to be found.

Kneeling before her, Krios pressed his nose against his forehead. Don't scare me like that, he whispered, letting his touch linger before he pulled away, tightening the cloak around her firmly as he went to work on building up the fire with the stock of split logs they kept near it. Thankfully a cold pot of water was sitting there, too, ready to be heated.

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POSTED: Sun Jan 12, 2020 9:30 pm

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Her cloak was removed, and the icy wind that raked past them caused her to shiver and pull her limbs closer to herself in a fruitless attempt to retain some sort of warmth. She couldn’t rip off her pants fast enough, and she stumbled unsteadily from her haste to get them off of her. She tossed them with a muffled crunch into the steadily piling snow. The warmth and scent of Krios engulfed her seconds later, and her fingers curled instinctively around the edges of the dry cloak to pull it tighter against her freezing body.

His hand rubbed her back, generating heat from the friction of the contact. Her cornflower blues eyes turned to him, silently expressing her gratitude. She offered him a small, teasing smirk, the most she could offer given the situation and her current discomfort. “G-got to k-k-keep you on y-your toes s-s-s-somehow.” Kamari pulled the cloak tighter around herself, wanting nothing more than to curl up into a ball and bury herself in it.

It would have to wait though.

Looking away from him, she tried to discern their heading once more. It was hard, and, had she not been intimately familiar with the land of the Kingdom, it would have been impossible to make heads or tails of anything in the current weather conditions. Visibility was dropping, the world becoming a hazy wall of stinging white. They needed to get moving though, and fast. Time was ticking with them being soaked to some degree.

Krios moved, and her eyes were drawn to him as he knelt and gave her his back. She blinked, and then understood what he wanted. At any other time, her pride might have made her argue with him. Not this time though. Kamari secured the borrowed cloak around her and embraced him from behind, arms wrapping securely around his neck. “Tr-try anything funny, an-an-and I’ll ch-choke you,” she whispered into his ear, trying to keep things light between them. She knew he was worried, could feel it.

They would be fine though. She had survived Delfina’s wrath. A little cold water wouldn’t hurt…if they hurried.

She felt his hands wrap around her legs, securing her firmly against him as he shouldered the rest of their belongings. Kamari tried her best to keep her head up, to watch the swirling world of snow around them too in solidarity. The snow stung her nose and face, raked at the exposed, wet fur of her arms and legs in an attempt to make her lose her grip on her husband.

Kamari finally couldn’t take it anymore. She buried her nose and head against Krios’ neck and back. The wind continued to howl and whip around them, but he was so warm, his body positively radiating with heat that her own shivering one couldn’t get enough of. She wanted to bury herself in it, cocoon herself where the cold could not reach her. Wood smoke, forest, with a hint of a strong-smelling herb. She pillowed her shivering face against it.

It was warmth. It was safety. It was home.

The Emissary and Striker had, thankfully, made good headway before the incident at the stream, and, before she knew it, Krios was walking up the stairs of their front porch. The change in his movements caused her to lift her head. Blinking, she recognized that he’d managed to get them home. Once they’d gotten inside and he’d kneeled down, her hands reluctantly loosened from around his neck.

His warmth left her as she stood apart from him. Her shivering became much more apparent to her again without his body heat to fixate on instead. Kamari’s thoughts were muddled as she tried to think of what she should do first now that they had safely made it home. Thank him? Go dive into her bed furs? Make a fire? Take off the remainder of her wet garments?

She was brought out of her thoughts when she felt his nose press against her forehead. “S-s-sorry,” she whispered back.

Clothes. The clothes should be dealt with first.

He left her then to begin filling the fireplace with wood. Kamari, meanwhile, began tugging off her chilly, wet clothes. Her belt with its knife, her fur bracers, her tunic, her chest bandages, they were all tossed aside. Bare of anything but her own fur, she pulled Krios’ cloak around her again, its larger size allowing her to bury herself so that only her nose poked out. Her body trembled, and she nearly considered shifting down into Lupus so she could curl into miserable ball.

“S-s-some storm, huh?” She tried to chuckle as her husband quickly milled about. Kamari knew it was useless to offer help. With her shaking hands, she doubted she’d be able to even properly strike two flint stones together to start the fire. Unable to help, the least she could do was offer a distraction for him—and herself by extension.

She only had a passing thought for their companion animals. She felt confident that the cats would have either been huddled together somewhere in the house or in the stable amongst the hay. The couple’s horses, no doubt, had managed to make their way back into the open stable rather than staying out in such horrid conditions. If the chickens had been stupid enough to stay out in the cold, she couldn’t help that. Hopefully though, they’d all huddled into their little coop.

“I’ve n-never s-s-seen one th-this b-bad th-this quick,” she mumbled as she curled the cloak tighter around her shivering body.

Gods, curse her mother’s pure, jackal blood.

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POSTED: Tue Jan 14, 2020 4:18 pm

Kamari's words were stuttering and he could practically feel her teeth clattering against one another as she spoke. She was chilled to the bone if he was to bet any money on the matter, but he had to accomplish the tasks set in front of him before he could even consider addressing that issue.

Plus, it was kind of cute.

He piled up the split logs in the fire, ignoring the prickles in his hands as blood flow returned to his frozen digits. The stinging sensation simply told him that he was alive and the hands were not frostbitten. Hopefully, at least. He was no medic. The pile grew neatly with his experienced and practiced motions. Granted, the hearth could have used a good sweeping out to clear the ashes, but there was simply no time to be particular.

He grabbed dried straw, moss, and reeds as kindling from the basket, stuffing it into every single crevice in his wooden mound. The fronds protruded comically as he grabbed at the ever-present flint and steel that remained at the hearth. It took him a moment or two to strike a few good sparks into his reed-cradled moss and a couple breaths of air to strengthen the infant embers into hungry ones. He carefully dumped the slowly smoking moss kindling into the prepared hearth, watching for the fire to catch before he considered the task suitably done.

I hope we never have to see one as bad again, either, he added in agreement. It really was a horrible storm, but it was made infinitely worse by Kamari's descent into the stream.

When Krios turned around, he saw the pile of her damp clothes and her body all but completely hidden in his large cloak. As adorable as the sight was, he knew that she was likely freezing despite the fur. Krios nudged aside her wet things and rushed out to his room, grabbing a rough towel and another large piece of fur that served as his own personal blanket. When he returned moments later, he was pleased to see the fire slowly building and growing.

Here, you're probably still damp under there. Dry off what you can. He offered her the square of fabric, something he often used for rubbing dry his leather pieces and hair. Krios had to move the pot of water closer to the fire, anything to expedite the process as much as he could. He even grabbed mugs and the thin cloth filled with herbs so that it would be within reach.

And then there was suddenly nothing left to do but strip himself down. Krios turned away as he removed his own clothing. It felt.. odd to do that much in front of her, but it should not have. It ought to have been understandable and he still felt the warm of bashfulness heat his face somewhat.

He stepped out of his pants, forcing down the feeling of embarrassment. Then, he gathered Kamari's discarded coverings and dragged the chair closer to the growing fire so he could drape the clothing over them. It was too cold to hang anywhere else but by the fire, at least once it grew hot enough to do anything.

Krios paused, hand on the chair, peering down at his shivering wife and thought hard about his choices. He absently chewed at his tongue before making the executive decision to promptly become absolutely deaf to any of her protests. It would have to be done, her complaints and his embarrassment be damned.

Krios pulled the furry blanket he had brought from his room and wrapped it around his shoulders as he settled down on the hearth fur beside her. Then, he scooped her from her shivering pile and deftly shifted the fur cloak from her form and removed the faintly damp garment. It had taken some of the water from her legs and waist, trapping it against her. It was better not to have it.

Forgive me, he apologized softly as he pulled her onto his crossed legs. Krios grabbed the edges of the fur cover and proceeded to wrap his arms around Kamari and himself, securely cocooning them in the dry fur. He closed his eyes, feeling so horribly tired, and pressed his cheek against his wife's head. You'll be warmer this way, he explained, squeezing her in his grip.

He really wished he did not have to love her so.

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