It's hard to dance with a devil on your back

POSTED: Sat Apr 02, 2016 6:21 pm

OOC: Sub-plot thread is go! Lemme know if anything needs changing <3

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Marsali felt like a child again, wanting the world's mysteries to be explained to her – but nobody could satisfactorily explain the events of the past few days to her. They said a great fireball had plunged from the sky into the ocean, setting off a chain of events which had shaken Sali to her core. She couldn't grasp how things could change so quickly – though she should have been able to, having been through the sudden and vicious extinction of a pack already in her short life.

In a bid to understand, she was stepping towards the greatest tangible change that was available to her: the new swathes of water which threaded around a broken up coast. Even when New Dawn had fallen the land hadn't change – Marsali had seen that for herself only recently – and she couldn't quite come to terms with the apparent transformation of AniWaya's shoreline. Not until she had seen it for herself.

She had once known this stretch of coast well, having patrolled there in spite of the slim chance of any trespassers winding up there. It was now only faintly recognisable to her as she stood and looked out at the fragments, her nostrils flaring. A sea bird alighted on one of the fragments then seemed to think better of it, taking off again, and Marsali allowed its gnarled feet to retreat from her gaze.

It wasn't enough to stand and stare. Marsali needed to anchor the new routes in her memory – to feel the new paths she would have to take. Her large paws moved with a great deal of care over rough and ragged rock; her golden eyes were bright and sharp as they assessed every step before it was taken.

It wasn't enough.

All it took was one slick rock, one slip of an oversized paw. The Amarok girl felt the water tug at her and thought she could overcome it, but it was stronger than she had anticipated. It pushed and pulled until she lost her footing altogether and felt the sharp jab of rocks against her ribs. And then the water did its best to claim her, and all Marsali could do was throw her muzzle up and let out a cry for help before it seemed to swallow her.

It was quiet below the surface; it could have been serene, but Sali still felt every prod from the rocks as her bulky body skimmed past them – over or under, she couldn't tell. She fought with powerful kicks and scrabbles to find purchase on the rocks, but they were too slippery and she had had little warning before the water had pushed and pulled at her.

It was colder than Marsali could have imagined – cold and cruel, snatching away any logic she might have had. Her sandy muzzle breached the surface again, but her legs were still being wrenched every which way. There was grit in her eyes, painful and sharp, and she barely had a chance to open them and force out another desperate cry before the waves pushed her into a sickening roll and she felt the surge of the water in her nostrils.

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POSTED: Mon Apr 04, 2016 1:49 pm

Claudius' foot is stuck between two rocks! He's pretty close to Marsali and he is in his optime form.


Claudius hadn’t meant to follow her, but he had been inspecting the changes to AniWaya’s territory when he spotted her wandering to the water. He called out for her, but his stutter made him sound like a branch rapping against a surface, nothing like the wolf he apparently was. He barked and howled, but it didn’t do anything because she was there one moment and gone the next. He called out for her and then howled for anyone who would listen and scrambled down the rocks looking for the missing girl. The water had taken her and he couldn’t see her anywhere.

Knowing there was nothing he could do, he tried to stay back, far from the waves that might carry him away. He howled again, praying that someone would hear him and come with more preparation than he had. He was about to turn back and try to find something to fish her out with when he spotted something in the water. It was a little farther then where he thought she had disappeared from, but he could see something in the water.

With shaky arms, he reached for the rocks as he slipped and slid down the rocks, trying to find Marsali.

“Huh-hey!” he shouted, knowing it was useless, but needing to do it anyway. “Hey!”

He could see her, but he couldn’t reach her – until –

He was swept under and he felt something in his leg twinge in pain. The water was freezing and forced all the air out of his lungs. He thrashed, but he was stuck somehow and his foot wouldn’t move. He couldn’t get to her. He found the surface and gasped for air, but couldn’t swim anywhere, couldn’t move. A wave overtook him and submerged him for a few seconds, then allowed him to surface once more. He couldn’t get her.
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POSTED: Fri Apr 08, 2016 6:47 pm

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Everything had changed. Not just the landscape, though that had been terrifying enough. No, it was literally everything. The world didn’t feel like it had before the Spring had come. Everything felt wrong.

Perhaps it was the strange scent in the air – ashes, chaos, dirt – AniWaya had smelt different upon her return. She had assumed that was the fear. Her powerful legs had carried her back to her beloved tribe the night of the fallen star without stopping. Leo had been the first face she came across – but he was just as panicked as she. Nobody seemed to know truly what had happened, but Mother Earth had developed quite the temper since.

The ground had rocked violently. Water spilled over the coastline – beach and coves swallowed by the angry foaming waves. Gulls were sent screaming into the sky. It had all happened so fast. Parts of the landscape had broken off. Little islands replaced long stretches of shrubbery and dirt. The world had transformed in front of their very eyes – and in typical AniWaya fashion – the pack had endured. The tremble of Mother Earth had yet to stop trickling through their paws, however, and water still spilled over the ever-shrinking territories.

Galilani had been glad to return – even without success on her spiritual quest. The Scout felt at home in the tall trees and the salty air, but it was that same salty air which caused concern in her heart. The wind carried a cry.

Lifting herself from bended knees, caught midway between studying tracks and mentally making damage reports, Galilani twisted her ears toward the direction of the noise. It hadn’t registered at first. In truth, the scout had been somewhat distracted by the possibility of fleeing prey and dying crops. It didn’t take long though – her nose and brain connected, and with wide, worried eyes, Galilani gasped a single word:

“Claudius!”

Grabbing her bow with a clenched fist, quiver already strapped upon her back, the crimson woman sped across the short distance between her and the tribe’s beloved leader. She couldn’t see him at first – met simply with crashing waves and an angry sky – but as the familiar face burst through the ocean surface and took a large gasp of air, Galilani’s heart stopped.

Without further hesitation, Galilani’s slender neck arched upright and her chest heaved outward. Exhalation came with an urgent message: ‘Help. Claudius is in danger. He’s stuck in the water. Come quick!’

Her howl hadn’t even echoed against the forest before the woman darted awkwardly across the soaked earth and slippery rocks. Bits of sand grated against her toes. Her arrows rattled in their casing, and her hair whipped against her eyes. Water stung her face – part fear, part pain – but she barely noticed.

Reaching the nearest safe spot to her stranded leader, another face came into view. Galilani was certain she had cursed something awful, but the sound of the roaring ocean had made anything such expletives inaudible to those around her.

She didn’t recognise the female in the water – but if Claudius had gone in after her, Galilani didn’t care if she was a murderer. She was worth saving on the trust of AniWaya’s leader alone. Galilani would have been too pure of heart to leave her anyway.

“Claudius,” she exhaled in a sharp, salted splutter. “Don—Don’t worry. We’ll—We’ll get you both out. Jus—just try to st—stay afloat.” The latter sounded more like a plea. Galilani was scared. It wasn’t everyday she saw the AniWaya leader in such a vulnerable state – and with the world already so topsy-turvy and back-to-front, it made her all the more uneasy. Her heart was in her throat.

“Ho—Hold on,” she croaked, voice breaking as the trembling of the Earth mimicked the trembling of her nerves.

She threw her bow to the ground. Her hands were frantic, clumsily trying to pull off the weight of the quiver from her back. She just couldn’t get it undone. Olive eyes darted to-and-fro, trying to keep both fastener and comrades in her line of sight.

The quiver tumbled to the floor. Arrows spilled out. Galilani braced herself to jump into the icy waters, but just as she went to steady herself upon the seaweed strangled rocks, another howl bellowed against her eardrums.

She turned her neck instinctively, and as her heart pounded harder and harder against her ribs, a familiar face broke through into the horizon.

“Leo,” she gasped, too thankful to even consider their current relationship, or lack of. They had barely had chance to discuss the way things had been left, and considering the circumstances, it would appear they would be waiting even longer.

“Help,” she barked desperately, “It’s Claudius and—and…” She signalled to the unknown female behind her.

“Just— Please!

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POSTED: Thu Apr 14, 2016 7:16 pm

ooc: *slow-motion Baywatch entrance.* Left it open for Altair to also enter the scene.

What could a farmer do against an attack from the skies? Leo had panicked constantly, with a new fear of what sort of flames would come crashing down from above now. The ground had shaken, like the Shepard's weak legs, and waters crept closer from the shores of the Tribe. Leo was prepared to watch the ocean completely engulf his home, having nightmare visions of all that would be lost. His herd's confidence had been shattered, the moment of impact had left them all lost both in body and mind. Even after gathering the frightened animals, Leo painfully studied how they didn't respond to him anymore. They would remain close to Leo because the wolfdog was their beacon of safety in these confusing times, not because Leo's flute was guiding them. They were all penned up next to Leo's hut, in the centre of the Tribe, away from the rising waters and dangerous treks that broke apart from the trembling ground or horrible winds.

So separated from his flock, Leo just did all he could to keep the Tribe alive. He'd saved what crops he could, stored the food in the driest of places, and tended to what lands Leo felt safe to tread through. Galilani was back. And putting their challenging past aside, he was glad to see her safe, her little lamb too. Coriander was with her brother and the other sheep now, safe and sound and not worrying the pair whilst they worked. Leo walked carrying things he thought would keep him safe, simple things. His spear and a long loop of rope. Getting trapped in the wild rapids of the shore was Leo's worst scenario, so he was preparing himself to counter such things.

Everyone was moving, as Leo moved around today, he'd already seen other pack-mates doing what they could to somehow make the situation better. It made Leo feel pressured to also help, and he considered digging up moats to stop the crawling lengths of water from rising to areas that were important. He'd began to plan such a thing, when he heard the howl. One from Galilani, which had Leo very worried. For his friend's safety. As a scout, she could have roamed anywhere dangerous. So it only took one step of hesitation before Leo was sprinting towards the direction of her bellowing call. She called once again, Leo darting around logs, all now dampened from recent floods, making the Shepard's footing falter at some places, until it wasn't just Lani's voice he followed. But the sound of rushing water.

Leo knew it had to do with water, every danger he was involved in always seemed to involve water. He was wincing and fretting over what sort of situation was going on, until he came into the clearing, spotting Galilani just up ahead, two other bodies in the rushing water that was just inches from Leo's toes now. He felt a tremble creep up his leg, feeling the water spit up at him, but hearing Galilani's request, though simple as it was, made the man concentrate. He looked towards where Claudius was, and the other one further down. And with a deep breath, Leo nodded to Galilani, striding from rock to rock to get closer. He was one rock away from her now, glancing to Galilani, then to the cream and patched leader, gasping for air. Leo had a plan, a simple one, but it was all he could do. Leo took the rope, hooked on his shoulder, and held one end to Galilani, with a soft smile. "I... I-I th-think you know w-what to d-do w-with this." Leo said, holding out one end of the rope to her, whilst clutching the other end, contemplating where to tie it to. "I-If I can f-f-free Claudius q-quickly, th-then h-hopefully I-I c-can c-catch up to th-the other one as well." Leo explained aloud, gradually tying the rope under one arm and over the other shoulder, giving his friend next to him another slight smile. "I-I t-trust you with th-that, Ga-galilani." Leo mumbled, gesturing his pointed snout towards the rope she was given, "I... um, a-always h-h-have." He added, before preparing to go in. Yes, all of Leo's body shook and he felt nauseous just watching the water, but he just pictured his pack-mates struggling, their need for help. And Leo would cast his fear aside to help them.
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POSTED: Wed Apr 27, 2016 11:38 am

Sorry for the hold up folks! [+557]


Since it’s arrival, the red star had deeply disturbed Altair on a basic level. He knew or rather sensed that something about it was terribly wrong. When it finally fell from the sky and plummeted Nova Scotia into a slew of natural chaos and a few tragic repercussions, he forced himself into his bi-pedal form, somehow knowing that the tremors that first reached AniWaya’s lands would adversely change and affect everything. He hadn’t been wrong, the days following the star’s fiery dive to the earth, Altair had spent clearing debris from the aftershocks and mending what structures he could in the tribe’s main village. It was an odd thing for a creature more accustomed to wolfish ways, but he lent out his strength and large hands where he could to be the most help.

When repairs weren’t being seen to, and there was no way in hell he was about to get close to one of the prey beasts his packmates seemed to hold mounds of affection for and even revere, Altair would be out stalking his usual patrol and making sure nobody fell victim to a wayward tree limb or sudden crumbling of earth. Of course, he couldn’t be everywhere at once, but after making sure his family in the wilds were safe and well, the massive brute decided it’d be best to stay close to home for once. The shock of the meteor had seemed to stupify nearby herds of deer, making them easy targets in the aftermath so he could still provide for and feed his family as well as any of the tribe’s members who couldn’t do a bit of hunting themselves, but nothing really felt right these days, and the behemoth was still on edge.

He was inspecting the damage done along their coastline and the bizarre swelling of waves that now cut new courses and tributaries by sea. They’d been lucky the floods hadn’t completely destroyed the main parts of town, though traces of other shoddier structures were strewn along the beach and stuck out in pits of sand when the waves sucked back out into the angry ocean. The waters were dangerous and choppy, no place for one of their kind, so when the shouts went up, Altair’s brows creased and his snout wrinkled with concern. His feet were soon pedaling into motion, speeding his scarred body over stone, wood, and the other bracken washed ashore.

Muddied eyes regarded the duo already at work to retrieve the Aston male who was his new Alpha, but Altair’s gaze was quick to go beyond the snagged leader, easily able to spot her fur anywhere though it was currently submerged. He sprinted into the surf before diving headlong into the curl of another wretched wave, feeling breath leave his lungs as the impact of cold seeped down into his bones. He couldn’t think of that now, his back legs kicked fiercely before his head resurfaced and his arms began to pull and paddle as he swam towards his daughter.

I’m here Sali! He shouted, arms working to buoy himself above another wave as he drew nearer. Grab hold! Altair ordered, desperately reaching towards her while he fought the current to stay afloat and anchored one foot in the churning sand.

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POSTED: Wed May 04, 2016 9:06 am

OOC: So sorry for the wait, apparently I failed to notice a PM waiting for me D:

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Panic seized Marsali. It flipped her mind and her body as the water tossed her, overtaking any opposing struggle she might have put up. In the too short moments where she felt her muzzle break above the surface, she made few sounds – she was too intent on drawing in the scents from above the waves. Just in case they were the last to grace her with a tang or an earthiness; just in case they were the last snatch of familiarity she was allowed.

Bruises were welling on her limbs; once long and sturdy, they had been reduced to feeble appendages whose thrashing did little to right their terrified owner. But for a moment Marsali felt her paws connect with rock, and she demanded that her limbs hold her up – just long enough for her to see if all was lost, or if anyone was coming to help.

Between the first time she had been enveloped by the water and the time she found herself upright, Marsali realised that several tribe members had gathered. She wondered if they were here to watch the outcome of her foolish exploration, or if someone else – someone more important – had been overtaken by the water, too. In the snatches of scent she received, Sali recognised Claudius, followed by Altair.

And then she heard Altair's voice, yelling as if recalling her from an ill advised adventure as a pup. Sali tried to respond, tried to tell her Dad that she hadn't meant to slip, hadn't meant for all this commotion – but water filled her throat and she spluttered.

“Grab hold!”

Altair had always been Sali's hero and that was true even now, even as she felt she was fighting a losing battle against the current. So she did what her sire ordered, wrapping forelegs which had been weakened by the struggle around the nearest limb she could find. The world was spinning at speed, but the yearling could just about manage to fixate on Altair's form, and though grit and sediment stung her eyes she clung to that image for dear life.
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POSTED: Thu May 19, 2016 10:20 pm

Next round will follow my post! Leo and Altair can post next and then followed by Fayne and Dion to fix up our wounded AniWayans :'(


It was loud and Claudius could only panic. It took all of his will power to gasp for air each time the tide went out. Sometimes, he was pulled higher and higher, his foot exploding in pain, as the waves covered his head. It was impossible to see anything, either -- it was either a mess of water or a sudden glimpse of the sky. Either way, Claudius was trying - and failing - to keep his eyes closed because the salt in the water stung. Unfortunately, he kept forgetting and he had to fight between not taking in a lungful of water, keeping his eyes closed, and fighting against the waves so his foot didn't twist any worse.

He didn't notice at first when another AniWayan came for him -- not really. He realized there was something blocking his vision - even with his eyes closed, he could tell that there was something blocking out the sun -- but it wasn't until he felt someone that he realized it. He gasped for air and couldn't even stammer a response. He thrashed, trying to grab hold of them, while also trying to communicate that he was stuck.

"Fuh-foot!" he shouted. "Suh-suh-stuck!" he tried, uncertain whether the other wolf could even hear him over the crashing of the waves.
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POSTED: Wed Jun 01, 2016 5:33 pm

It was almost amazing how quickly the cold could rush to one's head. The moment Leo had charged, after checking the rope he'd wrapped around himself, and his body had hit the freezing wash of waves, he'd realised what situation he was in. The chill ran down his spine, making it almost seize for a moment, and cause the shepherd to panic. But he forced himself forward. The sand stuck in between Leo's toes, helping him anchor himself onto the earth as the waters tried their hardest just to wash the farmer away. Like oars Leo's long arms lapped up as much water as they could, each massive stride pushing him closer to Claudius. Who'd been under for a long time, causing Leo's stomach to pull in pain for a different reason than literally fighting his one true fear right now.

But Leo finally closed in, hugging close to some of the rocks that had trapped their leader's foot, doing his best with one hand to help Claudius take in some air. The other stammered about his foot, and Leo looked back to the patched paw, trapped between two cruel rocks. They allowed the force of each wave to tug at poor Claudius with ease, and almost wash Leo back down the hard path he'd fought to get here. He knew he'd have to deal with the trapped foot before focusing on actually saving Claudius. So first, Leo got a grasp on his rope, now almost taught, and wrapped a loop around any part of Claudius he could, managing to snag it around the other's arm, as he grasped desperately and blindly out at Leo. Leo then turned his head to try and look against the spitting waves for the trapped foot, squinting as the sting of water hit his eyes. That was when Leo pulled his goggles, down, as much as they blocked most of his vision, they kept enough there for the shepherd to look without the salt water attacking him.

The rocks had Claudius' foot tight, and weren't budging. Leo took a few tugs at one, without result, only just noticing the upcoming wave. He had enough reaction time to force his own wrist into the same space between the two rocks that had his leader's foot, taking a hold of Leo to stop the force of the next vicious wave pulling him back. And Leo gritted his teeth at the pain, as his body was dragged with the rapids, whilst his arm remained wedged, bones pulling away from one another for a moment. At the second of slight calm, Leo was back pulling himself closer to the rocks, noticing with a flicker of hope how one began to shift as he pulled against it. And sure enough, the combined resistance of Claudius's foot and Leo's arm managed to make one rock shift, freeing up the gap that had trapped their limbs. As soon as the foot was free, Claudius was almost hurtled forward into the strong currents. But Leo's free hand latched onto the other's fur, grabbing whatever part of Claudius it could reach and pulling him closer to the shepherd. Feeling himself get caught in the current next, Leo winced against the pain in his wrist as he forced that arm to paddle violently together with his feet towards the shore, swimming almost on his back just so that Claudius was the least submerged out of the two. Leo felt twice as heavy from his soaking fur, and dragging himself and Claudius free from the current was exhausting. Even so, the moment they were freed, Leo looked back towards the others. Altair's large form was there now, Marsali holding him onto him. Leo couldn't go back in, he'd just become a victim like their leader. So instead he did what he could, untie the rope from his waist, throw it in Altair's direction, in the hopes of aiding the larger male in getting to shore.
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POSTED: Tue Jun 07, 2016 3:26 pm

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He’d not seen waves this menacing before or felt the surf so full of vengeance as it pulled and sucked hungrily at his thick arctic fur, but all thoughts of his own safety were set aside as he made slow progress towards his daughter. Protecting and serving his pack had been an understood duty that had been ingrained into Altair at a young age, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the onslaught of emotions that ripped through his psyche when it came to livelihood of his own flesh and blood. Sali’s safety was paramount at the forefront of his mind and perhaps it was this burning ember of insistence that spurned the behemoth further into the tumultuous waves.

He called out as a living anchor for the girl to grip onto, and once her limbs floundered forward, Altair was quick to wrap strong hands around her forelimbs. He squeezed her a little too hard, loathe to allow the churning surf to tear her away, but once he had a good grip, the Amarok male pulled her close and used the brunt of his body to block angry ocean flow from his daughter’s battered body.

I’m here, he grunted over the fury once more, pushing down with all the weight he had to keep them both afloat as he began making his way back towards the shallows. Keeping Marsali ahead of him, he adjusted his hold so he had one tree branch of an arm wrapped around her chest, the other he used to slosh forward and to keep his balance as the sand and silt continued to swirl and shift away from his brief footholds. He was lucky to look up when he did, spotting the floating rope in the foamy waves and able to just grab hold when a watery wall smacked into the pair of them.

Are you alright? He coughed, before hoisting her up further above the water and blinking saltwater from his eyes. They were almost there, and the rope was now wound tight around his wrist.

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POSTED: Wed Jun 08, 2016 5:41 am

OOC: Sali's gonna need a therapist xD

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Through water which burned her eyes and nose, through eddies which tried to pull her in at least four different directions at one time, Marsali fought to reach her sire. Altair's form was streaky, but it was there, and Marsali forced herself to rise above her growing, spreading panic to concentrate on him. She felt a sharp, painful grip on her forelegs and knew Altair had hold of her – and then, for the first time in months, she let her hopes rest on faith alone.

Altair's arms were strong and sure – a good thing since most of the fight had fled from Marsali's body as soon as she knew he had a grip on her. She was limp like a ragdoll in a child's arms – though Altair's arms resembled branches more than a child's limbs – knowing that if she tensed up now it would make things ten times more difficult for both of them.

There were muffled voices mingling with the roar of the water, and the Amarok girl heard them even though her ears were slicked back against her skull. Altair's grunted assurance was the most prevalent, but Sali was having trouble discerning even his rough voice from the ones in her head. They told her that she was reckless, that the price for that recklessness had almost been her life.

And what of Claudius? The thick fur of her ruff whipped into her eyes, stinging them again, as she turned her head, wanting proof that their leader was safe. Her teeth knocked violently against each other; the cold had robbed her of speech, and she was afraid to open her jaws lest the water surge back into her throat.

She didn't see the rope, but she saw the frothy bank of a wave approaching and through her chattering teeth she screamed.

Altair was asking if she was alright. Marsali wanted more than anything to be able to assure her Father that she was unharmed, but she couldn't form the words. Instead she pressed her brow against the nearest stretch of pale fur and shuddered. It felt as if they had suddenly found anchorage in the midst of the wild waves.

And then her battered, flailing paws found solidity. It was brief, but the waters no longer seemed intent on enveloping her. They were left behind as Altair dragged her shivering form onto the rocks, and Marsali was spared only a moment to look down at the roiling surface before exhaustion took away her legs again. She slid into a heap, a sharp pain in her chest arriving with every breath, and let her eyes close.

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