01-12-2012, 02:04 PM
backdated 7th
1009
Cold. It was so cold. There was ice in her veins that sent shards of crystalline water into her muscles. She was shivering so very hard that she could hear her teeth clicking together over and over. Her fur was soaking wet, right down to her skin, water continually dropped from the ends and the frozen temperatures had sheets of ice forming upon her pelt only to be shook free by the ragged stumbling of her walk. Her breaths shuddered in and out of her, only cooling her more. There was no heat left within her now, no warmth at all. She had know this feeling before but never for quite so long, quite so draining. The wolfdog hybrid stumbled and staggered before falling to the snow, she had no balance to keep herself on her feet and her distracted brain threw pretty images of fire and heat before her eyes, taunting her with the one thing she did not have. Her mind had long ago ceased to function at an intelligent level, reduced to the most basic of thoughts, the most animalistic of feelings. Shelter. That word was like a beacon that kept her going, a light in the darkness, guiding her closer and closer towards her home, her lifeline.
She had been sure she could make it in time, reach the safety of her home before she reached the state she was in but it had not come to pass. After seeing X'yrin and Sarian home all of her energy had drained leaving her lifeless, almost dead. Her eyes were dull and glassy, a film of gummy white liquid made her eyes opaque, they drifted shut every so often and she started to nod before shaking herself awake and resuming her plight. She could hardly recognise where she was even though she was only a few hundred metes from her own home. She was confused, lost. Had she gone to right way? Where was she? She looked about for a landmark in vain. To make everything worse, it was snowing softly and the added chill of the snow threatened her even more. Shiloh. The woman's name brought a small spark of anger to the back of her throat, she had caused this, but the spark quickly fizzled out, leaving her even more befuddled. With a sigh she carried on in her painfully slow march, covering only a few meters within a ten minute time slot.
Temo would be sleeping now, her brain knew this because it was part of their routine, he always rested about midday to give Jace some time to play on her own with the kids. When he woke up they switched places and she slept whilst he played with them. There would be no one at the door to let her in, she couldn't open the handles with the paws she had and the kids would likely be sleeping with Temo. She bumped into something. What was it? She looked at it dumbly, unable to comprehend what it was before she rose her head and looking to the left and right saw similar structures. Then it struck her that this must be the pen they had built the horses. All three were inside, there was no sign of anyone. Jace was too tired to carry on any further and flopped to the ground where she stood, the snowfall immediately working to cover her up from the world, she would be a frozen statue in no time at all but Jace wasn't worried, she was too sleepy to worry much but she did anyway, just a little bit. She tried to bark, to gain anyone's attention but it came out as a small whine, barely even audible over the wind. She tried one last time to shift again, but soon regretted her foolish decision as pain flashed through her forcing a louder whine from her throat, she was overcome and knew no more as blackness swallowed her up.
Inside of the horse shelter the foal raised her head from her mother's side. All three were laid curled up together to save their warmth. They need not fear predators in the shelter of the dog wolf people they lived with. She shook her head, she could swear she had heard something. Then it came again! A low whine of the canine animals. The filly named Salvia after the sister of Wretch D'angelo stood despite her mother's protests. She moved to the entrance to their shelter and looked out into the whiteness, it was so pretty! A grey and black outline stuck out though from the snow, already half covered. It was the mistress! The one who looked after them, who had been there at her birth! She was laying in the cold, she wasn't moving. Without a thought for the cold, and ignoring her mother's whinnied protests she darted forwards out into the snow to the fence, when she could go forwards no more she stuck her head through the gap and called out to her gently. There was no response. She breathed but only just, her breath a whisper of air. Salvia's eyes widened in understanding. She had to get them, the other tow legs now! They were inside the big thing that they called home, like their horse shelter. She would have to make a very loud noise to get them to come out, to get them to see.
She raced towards the closest and struck out at the fence, and she screamed in a way only horses could, terror flashing in her eyes. She pulled back onto her hind legs and hit the fence again, the crashing was loud. And inside the house she heard an answering scream. It was the little one, the small white boy that sometimes came inside the fence and ran around with her when nobody was looking. She could see him at what Salvia would not be able to identify as a window, he could see his mother and was clawing at the glass trying to reach her.
1009
Cold. It was so cold. There was ice in her veins that sent shards of crystalline water into her muscles. She was shivering so very hard that she could hear her teeth clicking together over and over. Her fur was soaking wet, right down to her skin, water continually dropped from the ends and the frozen temperatures had sheets of ice forming upon her pelt only to be shook free by the ragged stumbling of her walk. Her breaths shuddered in and out of her, only cooling her more. There was no heat left within her now, no warmth at all. She had know this feeling before but never for quite so long, quite so draining. The wolfdog hybrid stumbled and staggered before falling to the snow, she had no balance to keep herself on her feet and her distracted brain threw pretty images of fire and heat before her eyes, taunting her with the one thing she did not have. Her mind had long ago ceased to function at an intelligent level, reduced to the most basic of thoughts, the most animalistic of feelings. Shelter. That word was like a beacon that kept her going, a light in the darkness, guiding her closer and closer towards her home, her lifeline.
She had been sure she could make it in time, reach the safety of her home before she reached the state she was in but it had not come to pass. After seeing X'yrin and Sarian home all of her energy had drained leaving her lifeless, almost dead. Her eyes were dull and glassy, a film of gummy white liquid made her eyes opaque, they drifted shut every so often and she started to nod before shaking herself awake and resuming her plight. She could hardly recognise where she was even though she was only a few hundred metes from her own home. She was confused, lost. Had she gone to right way? Where was she? She looked about for a landmark in vain. To make everything worse, it was snowing softly and the added chill of the snow threatened her even more. Shiloh. The woman's name brought a small spark of anger to the back of her throat, she had caused this, but the spark quickly fizzled out, leaving her even more befuddled. With a sigh she carried on in her painfully slow march, covering only a few meters within a ten minute time slot.
Temo would be sleeping now, her brain knew this because it was part of their routine, he always rested about midday to give Jace some time to play on her own with the kids. When he woke up they switched places and she slept whilst he played with them. There would be no one at the door to let her in, she couldn't open the handles with the paws she had and the kids would likely be sleeping with Temo. She bumped into something. What was it? She looked at it dumbly, unable to comprehend what it was before she rose her head and looking to the left and right saw similar structures. Then it struck her that this must be the pen they had built the horses. All three were inside, there was no sign of anyone. Jace was too tired to carry on any further and flopped to the ground where she stood, the snowfall immediately working to cover her up from the world, she would be a frozen statue in no time at all but Jace wasn't worried, she was too sleepy to worry much but she did anyway, just a little bit. She tried to bark, to gain anyone's attention but it came out as a small whine, barely even audible over the wind. She tried one last time to shift again, but soon regretted her foolish decision as pain flashed through her forcing a louder whine from her throat, she was overcome and knew no more as blackness swallowed her up.
Inside of the horse shelter the foal raised her head from her mother's side. All three were laid curled up together to save their warmth. They need not fear predators in the shelter of the dog wolf people they lived with. She shook her head, she could swear she had heard something. Then it came again! A low whine of the canine animals. The filly named Salvia after the sister of Wretch D'angelo stood despite her mother's protests. She moved to the entrance to their shelter and looked out into the whiteness, it was so pretty! A grey and black outline stuck out though from the snow, already half covered. It was the mistress! The one who looked after them, who had been there at her birth! She was laying in the cold, she wasn't moving. Without a thought for the cold, and ignoring her mother's whinnied protests she darted forwards out into the snow to the fence, when she could go forwards no more she stuck her head through the gap and called out to her gently. There was no response. She breathed but only just, her breath a whisper of air. Salvia's eyes widened in understanding. She had to get them, the other tow legs now! They were inside the big thing that they called home, like their horse shelter. She would have to make a very loud noise to get them to come out, to get them to see.
She raced towards the closest and struck out at the fence, and she screamed in a way only horses could, terror flashing in her eyes. She pulled back onto her hind legs and hit the fence again, the crashing was loud. And inside the house she heard an answering scream. It was the little one, the small white boy that sometimes came inside the fence and ran around with her when nobody was looking. She could see him at what Salvia would not be able to identify as a window, he could see his mother and was clawing at the glass trying to reach her.