In the quivering forest where the shivering dog rests

POSTED: Thu Oct 08, 2015 10:38 pm

Colchester Quarter or whereabouts in Aelcrest Shore. Pascal is in Lupus form. I'm not entirely sure how long he's stayed with Elijah/Pazuzu, but presumably he's in better shape than he was -- still pretty obviously weak/skinny, though.

Pascal did not stop running until his feet stumbled and he fell into a pile of old debris, slamming his shoulder into a wooden board and crashing onto the earth. Overwhelmed by sensations of hurt the brown wolf ki-yi'd like a puppy, though this fell into a frightened silence as, trembling, he tucked tail and crept across the stretch of wild grass toward the shelter of a rotten shed ahead. The darkness within frightened him, though, and he stood bristling, caught between the urge to hide and the firm desire to stay outside.

The shed was wide open on one side, though, and he padded into it. The scrabbling of mice among the boards and vegetation clustered around old farm equipment swiveled his ears and kept him distracted, though the wolf panted with exhaustion. He settled down onto his belly, staring out into the wood-lined farmyard, and shook until he was too tired to shake.

Silence and peace gave him time to collect his thoughts, and when he did, a new rush of anxiety came over him. The coyote had said to go south and Elijah and Pazuzu would take him south, and he would find his papa and be safe again, but the night terror had woken him into a panic attack -- and shifting for stability and speed had overwhelmed him and made him flee.

He didn't know where he was now, could hardly remember where he was supposed to go. He whimpered, then belly-crawled closer to the opening of the shed, unable to bear the darkness in its corner. He pinned his ears and rested his chin on his paws, at a loss of what to do.

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POSTED: Thu Oct 15, 2015 11:03 am

OOC: Lame post is lame Dx But <3 Pas

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Ember had pitched in and helped with the crossing from the Shores, and was looking forward to some time spent alone in exploration. She had left word with Janus that she wouldn't be too long, but her brother knew better than anyone that the duration of her absence would depend entirely on what she found on the mainland.

As she often did after alighting from the ship, the russet female wandered through the remnants of human habitats with her seaglass eyes sharpened for anything which might be of use to the island pack. With Autumn in force and Winter waiting in the wings, they would be in particular need of wood for fires, as well as any tools which could be found to make repairs come Spring. It was not luck which led Ember to the remains of a farm – she had trodden these paths before and had found this area to be rich in leftovers.

She was looking over some rotting planks of wood when she smelt him – or rather smelt the fear lacing the air. Silently, Ember drew her knife from her waist, just in case, but her swivelling ears noted that there was no commotion to be heard. Someone, then, was either being held in silence or running scared.

“Hullo?” she called to the too-still air. “I can smell you – show me where you are and maybe I can help.”

There was a mouse skittering away from a shed which was more of a collection of rotting wooden panels than the shed it was supposed to be. Ember's nose twitched as she watched the rodent plot a haphazard course, skirting around the shed and disappearing – before reappearing again at double the speed. Curious, the she-wolf rounded the side of the shed and felt her heart lurch as she spotted the figure settled – but unsettlingly thin – within.

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POSTED: Sat Oct 24, 2015 8:27 am

Sorry for wait and short post!

At some point, Pascal woke in a daze. He was confused, a moment, where he was, and certainly couldn't remember sleeping. Blinking tired, fearful eyes, the brown-gray wolf lifted his head off his paws and swiveled his ears at the sound of scurrying mice and wind in the trees, the aftermath of the storms still strong in scent as it gusted along the groaning wood of the shed.

A voice called out, and terror dropped in his stomach.

He pinned his ears and shuffled back until he was in shadow again, too afraid to breathe, but then a fire-colored shape appeared and turned a dark muzzle toward him; she'd noticed. He grunted low in his throat and tried to get his paws under him, but his legs wobbled too much, so he only pinned his ears and tucked his tail as she watched.

Wh-what do you want, Pascal asked, stumbling over flat-toned words.

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