A Storm of Fear - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: A Storm of Fear (/showthread.php?tid=31506) |
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- Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 09-22-2012 [html] OOC: Free posting order. Feel free to play out the storm starting and your character heading into the lower level of the courthouse. I will post again to have Jazper recruit for the Hadley/Amatha search and rescue thread which will be separate from this thread. / +300
In his seuci form he traveled at a brisk and irritated pace, his head held high in the sky, a man clearly on high alert. The members were all busy at work, following orders the two leaders gave as the pair separately kept an eye on everyone. It was just as he trotted his way briskly into the Town Square that the winds began to pick up more suddenly, the trees bending abruptly and his animal senses shouted at him. Golden eyes opened wide as he began to charge towards the Courthouse releasing a loud howl in warning, the order to run for the Courthouse clear in his call. As he arrived at the front of the building he slowed to a stop, Everyone into the lower level now. He barked to those around. There were only a few horses left making their way up the ramp just in time for the storm to come barreling into Casa territory. .Jazzy-008 b {font-weight:bold; color:#446374; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #597a8c; } .Jazzy-008 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .Jazzy-008 {margin:0 auto; width:440px; background-color:#0b222e; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2edsf1h.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 335px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3d4d56; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .Jazzy-008 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .Jazzy-008 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Alyssum de Fonte - 09-22-2012 [html] (362) my next post will be her noticing that Hadley and Amatha are missing. O:[/html] - Lorenzo Knight - 09-22-2012 [html] Wheee[/html] - Neela Garcia - 09-22-2012 OOC: Enzo will be getting Neela moving shortly 328 [html]
- Lorenzo Knight - 09-23-2012 [html] [/html] - Tony Marino-Knight - 09-23-2012 [html] text goes here
While he should have been caring for him small family, he found it oddly more important to rush around surveying, for himself, the damage. It wasn't that he didn't trust Alyssum's word. It was mainly that he wanted to see it himself. He couldn't make his own judgements on word alone after all. He'd managed to shift into his secui form to rush around the territory, while he wasn't built for speed, he moved quickly enough even with a slight limp (as his arm/leg was still healing from a break). Returning to his house, he found his mate and children gone. And with a soft scowl of confusion he sniffed the air. Lorenzo. He wasn't angry, more pleased that his brother had been checking up on things while he'd been. He'd taken Neela to the court house with the pups. With thankful sigh, Tony moved out of the house. Even thought the wind was harsh and rain blocked his vision, pure mass was on his side as he moved quickly to the courthouse. Already soaked, he arrived and sat next to his mate and brother, bumping them both with his nose as a pseudo greeting and thank you. Looking up to Enzo with a thankful nod, he pulled Luca from his arms gently and sat with his son curled around his large paws. .irontony-text {padding:0px 10px;} .irontony i {color:#ffffff; font-style:italic;} .irontony b {font-weight:bold; color:#cd1111; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.2em 0.2em 0.2em #d7cb12; } .irontony {width:500px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#34053b; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... 0e1e08.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:330px 0px 6px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#ffffff; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #34053b;} </style> [/html] - Raoth - 09-23-2012 The knowledge that a storm was coming had the coyote strapping various weapons on, doing his best to be prepared. There was a slim set of stiletto daggers, beautiful in their style, along with a sword at his hip. He had grabbed rope and other various things from the home before heading out and locating Aro. As soon as he was in sight of his master the tension eased from his frame. It wasn't complete relaxation, but the panic from the storm was dissipated. His job was simple. All he had to do was keep Aro alive. With only those fundamental thoughts running through his head Raoth studied the sky, searching for any physical threats he could fend off. He kept near Buck, not wanting to end up losing track of Aro's deer. They had a kind of truce between them from the time Raoth had spent caring for the deer, and he was not going to be the reason why Aro had to mourn. The deer would be kept safe as well. Raoth could only hope that Aro wouldn't do anything foolish, such as going to get Sidra to play hero. - Alister Callow - 09-24-2012 [html] OOC With Hadley and Juliet's help the windows of the courthouse had been sealed, as well as some of the various buildings surrounding. Wooden boards and planks covered the glass, shielding it from the tempestuous winds that had already begun to howl through the Fort. It ruffled his mane and pelt, sending a tremor down his spine. The storm was coming, and it was coming fast. He could feel it in his very core, all of them could. The sky was darkening, clouds racing into an ominous veil that cloaked the world below in shadow. He gazed over their handiwork, praying that it would be enough.
.almoon .ooc {font-style:italic; } .almoon p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:px;} .almoon b {color:#b95a24; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px;} .almoon {background-color:#000000; background-image:url("http://i1158.photobucket.com/albums/p609/Espreiwuff/Souls%20Pics/AlisterCallowtab_zpsca15d772.png"); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:11px; color:#0d0704; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:475px; text-align:justify; } .almoon-border {width:479px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .almoon .inner {margin:400px 5px 5px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/25pct_white.png); border:1px solid #0d0704; height:380px; overflow:auto;} </style>[/html] - Sidra Pheonix - 09-24-2012 [html] out of character here Luckily, Sidra had already gathered her most valuable possessions in her leather bag which was slung tightly against her body underneath her cloak. The winds picked up around her and the others as the finished up making the preparations on the ramp. The leopard woman made sure Soloman was safe and sound with the other horses in the courthouse. She could only hope he wouldn't get riled up and cause a scene. The stallion wasn't one for close quarters with the other hoofed beasts in Casa. Soon, Jazper's call spread through the pack lands sending an alert to all members. The brute of the storm was coming, it was evident in the way the winds were harsher and the rain began to fall harder. Good thing Sidra had her cloak as the temperature was dropping by the minute. A cold chill ran down her spine as she hurried towards the courthouse. Her eye were narrowed, searching through the wind and water for Aro. She could only hope he would get inside in time. She knew he'd gone out to help hunt and prepare food for the storm, but she couldn't see him right now which worried her. Sidra put her hood up holding it close to herself, trying to keep out the water and the cool breeze. Still, her thin furred body wasn't made for this cold whether and she didn't like these storms either. If she wasn't afraid of what was to come, she may have stayed out side to wait for her Knight, but it seemed to be best to get inside now. He was strong and smart, he'd be here soon. She hoped at least. The woman began to file in with the rest of the pack members. Ahead of her, she saw Neela, Roath, and Alister entering. Her eyes never stopped searching the grounds for the obsidian wolf hoping he'd follow behind closely. Soon, she was inside being swept forwards by the bodies around her all heading towards the lower level. Even as she rushed along, now lowering her hood, her eyes didn't stop sweeping for him, behind her and all around. Maybe he was already here. Sidra didn't like this. It actually terrified her that there was a huge storm coming. The worried and anxious expression never left her features, not until she was with Aro. A distressed whine came from her lips as she stopped, pack mates rushing around her while she waited. The woman stayed there for a few moments, until she saw he wasn't coming. Another whine slipped from her maw and she continued on her way finally reaching the lower level. In any other situation, she'd be tough. But not now, she simply hated what was coming, frightened to the core. Once she was safe, she found a secluded place to sit. Her breath was heavy, heart beating as she waited for every single member to show up in the courthouse, one particular member on her mind. The normally calm leopard woman continued to whine, distressed for what was to come. She also worried about Soloman. He hated storms as well and his stubborn behavior paired with stress would make for some trouble. Hopefully, the storm would pass quickly and their lives could continue as normal. Until then, Sidra would be a complete mess. .moocow-fb b {font-weight:bold; color:#fdfcfa; text-shadow:#3e2a4d 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing:-.5px;} .moocow-fb .ooc {font-style:italic; padding:3px; text-align:center;} .moocow-fb .line {width:410px; border-bottom:1px solid #fdfcfa; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} .moocow-fb p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .moocow-fb {margin:0 auto; width:485px; background-color:#754f92; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/vIJsl.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #3e2a4d; padding:230px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3e2a4d; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Sophia Knight - 09-25-2012 [html] <3! Word Count →300+ Rain was coming down, and from what the red lady could tell by looking up there was no stop insight. The lady wanted to do all that she could to help the pack, while making sure that everyone was safe. She was scared out of her mind, however she would not admit to the fear that was in her heart. She as the light hearted child of Jazper would crack a joke or two, and try to make everyone smile. However the gods whispered to her many times, and they told her that this was one of the times that trying to have fun and lighten everyone's moods was not something that was needed. Maybe after everyone was gathered together to weather out the storm for what they where, then she could tell them a story. Something random, something that might help take everyone's mind off of the storm. The child scowled as she ran to her father’s call, digging her staff into the ground the lady moved with leaps over the pack lands, as she quickly found herself in the pack lands. Watching the animal’s running manically and members racing to get into the castle, the female felt her heart racing as she saw Aro’s pack mate lover standing alone with a look that showed her fears. the Knight girl knew just what she needed to do. The lady came over to the black and white ear lady as she placed a soft hand upon her shoulder, she offered up a nod. It was if Sophia knew what she was worried about. ”He’s a Knight, he’s bullhead and stubborn. He’ll be here, I promise. I don’t think we’ve really meet. I’m Sophia Knight.” The red lady pulled her staff up into her side as she held onto the staff, it was not needed for her stand upon her two feet but she felt that her staff was becoming more of a comfort item for her to have at her side. Image courtesy of sugary-stock@deviantART <style>.dandyfield .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .dandyfield p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .dandyfield b {color:#5f664b; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .dandyfield {background-color:#e6e1db; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/232Tz.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#969a86; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:500px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; outline:1px solid #000000; border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#FFFFFF;} .dandyfield .inner {margin:0px 10px 235px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#5f664b;} .dandyfield .wordcount {color:#5f664b; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #5f664b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Sebastian - 09-25-2012 Sebastian did not like this. Not at all. He disliked being ordered around or being told what to do unless he was naked, and here was the damn weather forcing him to change his habits, alter his schedule, ensure everything he owned was safe and now he had to stay inside for who knows how long. He hated being confined, and now he'd be stuck inside the courthouse for who knew how long. Cabin fever was not something he was looking forward to. Two days in and he'd be bouncing off the walls. Sebastian gave a lollygagging horse a slap around the head as he passed it, making the damn beast whinny in protest. At least it hurried up the ramp, attempting to nip the Italian as it went after the foxy male who had just struck it. Oh, he was going to love this. They had to share the court with those damned beasts, too. Would this hurricane bring no more delight? Damn it all to hell. At least he was a floor up. Safe from flooding unless the gods wanted to drown the world, at least. The Italian snapped his gaze around, taking in who was there. Jazper, obviously. He was hard to miss. Alyssum. Joyous. Lorenzo. Lovely. Neela, Tony, Raoth, Dixie, Wayne, several he didn't recognise. All well and good. Where was Hadley? Speaking of which, where was Ismeme? And Amatha? "Hadley?" he called, looking left and right. Where was he? Helping the other animals get settled in? "Hadley? - Adelle Vilhelmsen - 09-25-2012 Adelle bundled up her weapons, not wanting them to get lost in the storm. Once more she checked through the house before deciding that was enough and heading for the fort. Jazper's commanding voice could be heard over everything. The storm was already tugging at her, Adelle being rather lucky that it wasn't worse than it was. Hitting the courthouse she looked over who was already there, Neela's arms full of puppies. They didn't seem very happy, and she couldn't blame them. Not even the adults were particularly settled. Moving through the crowd Adelle found a place away from the stamping of horse's hooves. Oplader had been taken in earlier, the feisty stallion posturing and tossing his head as he made his way through the pack's herd. The mares were unimpressed by the young stallion, but Adelle had to stop him from biting a few before she stepped back and had to get her stuff. Inside Adelle shook herself out and headed to the rooms below. She looked over at Sebastian as he began to cry out for Hadley. Where was he? - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 09-26-2012 [html] OOC: Everyone in the rescue is now free to post in the rescue thread.
His Halfling form braced against the growing winds as the rain began to pound down. Instinctively he helped the Luperci push the rest of the horses into the building before turning around and making a mental note of everyone as they started to pile in. The Sole tried his best to stay calm and under control as he reassured his pack mates. Everyone was to claim a room in the lower level and get settled, food would be rationed daily and the horses were to be watched over. The last thing Jazper wanted was for the canines to be frantic.
As the Cavalier’s began to search for a temporary room of their own he headed upstairs to his room he collected a few of his precious items, wrapping them in skins and hiding them under his desk to hopefully prevent them from being harmed. He moved quickly as to return and do a head count, shifting from his Seuci to Luperci and back again with the ease of experience. Four large paws carried him at a brisk pace, his head poking in to each room as he checked on each member personally. Frowning his brow slightly as he looked into Sebastian’s room, empty. The leader’s mind instantly moved to Hadley and Ismeme, perhaps he was with them?
Just as his mind began to relaxed, convinced he would see the red man as he completed his round, a shrill cry grabbed his attention. The soft colored figure of Ismeme came running towards him, her anxiety clear as her words spat out that Hadley and Amatha were missing. Without another thought Jazper barked out the first names he could think of, only the heavier members would be able to maneuver in the storm. “Lorenzo, Aro, Alister!” He called out, his voice commanding their immediate attention. He would leave Tony with his mate and pups and Aly in charge of the settling pack members. The three quickly arrived and the Sole spoke urgently, “Hadley and Amatha are out in the storm. It is your duty to your pack to ensure their safety. Everyone else is to stay here.” Turning his head to Ismeme he spoke to the group but allowed his eyes to challenge her, "Stay together. We are no use to Hadley and Amatha if we lose each other as well." That was all the instruction he would give as he turned, leading the charge up the stairs and into the hands of Mother Nature. .jazzzy1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c79599; letter-spacing:1px; } .jazzzy1 .ooc { font-style:italic; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .jazzzy1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .jazzzy1 {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#34373f; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2rf79j9.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 285px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#755f61; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Alister Callow - 09-28-2012 [html] OOC Hanging back Alister saw Sidra making her way towards the courthouse, though she stopped often to look around herself, her expression worried. He was tempted to go back for her, and escort her into the courthouse himself, but before he could a woman he didn't recognize came to her aid, and he forcibly turned himself around to enter the courthouse on his own. It was enough to battle the winds on his own, not to mention Sidra's lover might be around here somewhere. Alister reminded himself of the last time he'd spoken with Sidra. It hadn't been pleasant, and he was almost certain that he was the last person she wanted to see.
.almoon .ooc {font-style:italic; } .almoon p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:px;} .almoon b {color:#b95a24; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .almoon {background-color:#000000; background-image:url("http://i1158.photobucket.com/albums/p609/Espreiwuff/Souls%20Pics/AlisterCallowtab_zpsca15d772.png"); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:11px; color:#0d0704; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:475px; text-align:justify; } .almoon-border {width:479px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .almoon .inner {margin:400px 5px 5px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/25pct_white.png); border:1px solid #0d0704; height:380px; overflow:auto;} </style>[/html] - Neela Garcia - 09-30-2012 [html] Whatever was going on it was now evident to Neela that the storm was far worse than she had first thought it was; panic and evacuations weren’t something held just for any old gust of wind. A shout reached her ears; Neela could make out her own name but she couldn’t focus on any of the words, panic and anger beginning to overtake her mind as she slowly backed herself into the house, teeth bared and snarling. A large grey figure burst from the crowds and rushed over towards her. Under any other circumstance Neela would have been glad to see her brother-in-law and friend but now a wall of aggression and teeth presented itself to block Enzo’s approach, mouth opening to issue a feral bark. Enzo responded in kind but his words didn’t seem to reach Neela’s ears, only the angry tone to them which made her close up even more, huddling protectively around Isla. The general gist of his words got through but that just made Neela even more reluctant to let him approach; she didn’t want to move the pups, they were safe and warm and happy where they were! Finally Enzo lost his patience and rushed forwards, barging Neela through the door with pure strength, causing Neela to yelp. Neela could beat Enzo in a fight when weapons weren’t involved, she’d proven that many times over, but now she was panicked, confined and trying to protect the pup taking up her arms. Still she didn’t let him in easy and her teeth clamped down on his arm, sharp teeth turning red as she shook her head from side to side before his momentum nearly knocked her over and forced her to let go. She hadn’t achieved anything but the smell of blood was satisfying. She was prepared to argue more, to try and defend her home but Enzo took the choice out of her hands by simply picking up two of the pups – Grynn and Luca – and simply running, giving Neela no choice but to stare agape for a moment and then pick up Callum and follow him into the courthouse. .neelagoodie b {color:#fff; font-weight:normal;} .neelagoodie p {text-indent:30px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; margin: 0px 0px 5px 0px;} .neelagoodie {font-family:calibri; font-size:12px; color:#9B6F52; line-height:15px; padding:200px 0px 5px 0px; border:2px solid #6E1011; -moz-border-top-right-radius: 250px 150px; border-top-right-radius: 250px 150px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/x0eCc.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-color:#6E1010; width:500px; text-align:justify; box-shadow:1px 1px 13px #000; } </style> [/html] - Aro Marino - 10-02-2012 [html] Out of character Word Count → 000 The storm was getting worst by the minute. The moment he heard the rumbling of wind and rain he hurried to the stables to make sure Buck was okay. The deer was no where to be found. Worry struck him and he went in search for the deer. He found him but it had been no easy task with the gusts flying in every direction. He brought the deer back into the stables, where he saw Soloman, who usually wasn't in there. He grinned. Sidra had brought him in there. Grabbing a towel he dried the deer best he could and then grabbed an apple for the horse. "...calm yourself Solly...you need to be strong for Buck here..." The horse took the apple, hesitate at first, most likely from nerves. He put Buck in with Soloman in hopes they could comfort and calm one another. "Now you two stay strong...I expect you two to be here when this storm passes!" He then put a blanket on both and gave them both comforting pats before securing the doors and gates. The more wet he got from the down pour the more the cold breeze got to him. It had been so hot and muggy the past few days that this frigid weather was taking it's toll on him. Finally he got to the lower parts of the building and came barging in shivering. "God Damn!" Not a second had passed since he got in that his father barked out his name along with Alisters and Lorenzo's. He shook off and came to his the Sole, "...I'm here...finally.." He shivered some as he approached his dad. He hadn't even had the chance to look for Sidra. He was sure she was down here amongst the others, but he wanted to see her. As he stood next to his father his blue eyes scanned the fellow canines, finally seeing her sad figure being comforted by his sister. Was she scared of the storm? Worried about Soloman? Before his mind could reel more options that could have brought her sadness he looked to his dad wanting to know what was wrong. .arowolf {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/5wuyr.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top center; background-color:#ffd6ff; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: justify; padding:360px 0px 5px 0px; color:#877887; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; line-height:16px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .arowolf b {color:#5b3a9c; text-shadow:#877887 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing:1px;} .arowolf p { text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .arowolf p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .arowolf .wordcount {letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #5b3a9c; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} </style> [/html] - Sidra Pheonix - 10-03-2012 [html] out of character here The stress was wearing her down and paired with the fear of the storm, it was doing a number on the leopard woman. Thankfully, a semi-familiar face showed to her. Sophia, Aro's sister whom she'd never spoken to directly. Sidra gazed at her, concern and fright in her eyes. For once, Sidra was not the tough and stubborn woman she usually was. Sidra nodded as Sophia assured her that Aro would be okay. He was tough, he was a knight, and Sidra believed wholeheartedly that he would be just fine. But, without actually seeing him here it was hard to keep her worries to a minimum. The cloaked woman smiled weakly at the rather stunning female, giving her a once over before offering a handshake. Sophia and Aro had something in common, they were both very attractive. Sidra Pheonix. It's nice to finally get the chance to talk to you. It really was a pleasure. Still, amethyst eyes continued to search for Aro constantly scanning the many faces for the one she could stare at forever. The leopard woman finally noticed the panic in the room and picked up on the problem immediately. Hadley and Amatha were missing. She hadn't seen them come in, and hadn't seen them since she'd come down here. They were indeed, not in the courthouse. Jazper's booming voice called for Aro, Alister, and Lorenzo and Sidra anxiously looked over to them hoping to see Aro. She pushed forward, listening to her Sole speak. Her ears folded back when she realized he was calling a search party, and her Knight was on the list. She didn't like that in the least. She began to panic, her heart rate increasing slightly and her stomach tying in knotts. Damnit...damn Hadley. She didn't like him and now he was missing, her man would have to go and find him. Was he always such a burden? It was a rude thought but she still wished him a safe return, she only wished Aro didn't have to go and search for him. But, he still wasn't here. A few moments later, relief washed over her as she saw Aro approach Jazper, fur soaking wet. He'd just got here and now he had to leave which suddenly unsettled Sidra once again. With concern on her features she rushed forward so that her Knight could see her in the crowd more clearly. She wasn't going to approach him knowing that he was going to go on this mission and respecting the Sole's orders. Still, her face screamed concern and fright as she looked over them. Sidra could hear the sound of rain bombarding the outside of the courthouse, it was an unsettling sound. The wind was also audible whistling through trees and pushing up against the large building. It wasn't safe for anyone to go out there but it had to be done. Sidra almost pushed forward to ask if she could accompany them on the mission, but a loud rush of wind and the breaking of trees pierced her ears and frightened her back into submission. 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