09-22-2012, 12:14 AM
OOC:// Hello everyone! 
Sorry this is long. X3 NOTE: By having Kenna set Dust free in this stage of the plot, it sets her up for later in the repair thread to go find him.
BIC:// The past day or two the weather had been slowly growing more fierce. It had been almost constant rolling thunder and flashes of lightning, gusting winds and intermittent showers. Today the storm had reached a peak it seemed, for the winds now howled and threatened to destroy the lands it whipped through. Trees bent, creaked and swayed, debris and leaf-litter rolled and skipped across the ground or got forcefully lifted up and sucked away into the heavens. The ocean rolled violently and frothed at the shore like a rabid animal, it's breaking waves could be heard crashing in the distance. Kenna could sense the almost electrical charge in the air as she hurried into Thornbury, holding her hat firmly upon her head and swiftly tugging her horse Dust along by his reins. A familiar, anxious howl rose to her ears faintly deeper into the little town. It was Skye. She was calling the pack to her to take shelter in one of the shops. Kenna would join her as soon as she'd taken care of the stallion.
Dust trotted along nervously, his ears flicking this way and that. He gave yet another frightened whinny, rearing slightly onto his rear legs as his companion lead him towards the stables he'd come to call home. Kenna quickly hauled on the horse's reins and tried to soothe him with her voice, but the wind ripped any sound she made from her lips as if she'd not uttered a word. Another urgent howl barely reached the woman's ears but was none the less acknowledged. Squinting against the particulate matter in the air, Kenna fought the winds that tugged and pushed her in every direction and made every attempt to sweep her (and her hat) away. Her long hair lashed at her face as she turned Dust towards the stables. As she started to lead him into the stable doors, he balked before she could get him inside and she noticed the whole structure seemed to be slightly swaying in the gusts and she could hear other animals within vocalizing their fear. Dust echoed a call from another horse inside and pawed at the ground, dancing nervously side to side as Kenna debated. Frowning, she turned to her mount and with expert movements unbuckled and untied the horse from his tack, simply letting it drop to the ground before taking Dust's head in her paws and looking him in the eyes. She stroked his nose and hugged him with a few words, urging him to be safe, before releasing him, stepping back and clapping him on the haunches. "Go Dust! Go!" She shouted over the howling winds and the stallion turned and fled with a loud neigh, heading back out of Thornbury and into the forest seeking his own form of shelter.
With her heart wrenching with worry (not for herself, but for her beloved horse), Kenna disregarded the fallen tack where it lay just off to the side of the stable entrance and took off in the direction of the continuing howls. Catching a glimpse of another pack mate ducking into the large shop and spying Skye in the doorway, Kenna ducked her head and ran over to join those sheltering within the building. Just as she reached the doorway, nodding to the leader, a loud crack sounded as a tree in the forest lost a branch to the savage gale. Not even looking back at the sound, Kenna hurried inside. Once safe, she looked up, relinquishing her death grip on her stetson and sighed, looking around at those already gathered. Her ears folded slightly as she realized she still didn't know many faces. She'd only seen them in passing but never truly met. She gave a slight nod to each of them before crossing slowly over to the window to watch the storm progress (it was the worst she'd seen), but staying far enough back from the panes for fear of them blowing in. All there was to do now, was hunker down and wait. As she turned and made her way to the back of the shop, removing her hat and smoothing her tousled hair back off her face, she leaned against the back wall, regarding her pack mates awkwardly, unsure of how to approach them. If anything, now would be her chance to socialize...but what should she say?
Sorry this is long. X3 NOTE: By having Kenna set Dust free in this stage of the plot, it sets her up for later in the repair thread to go find him.BIC:// The past day or two the weather had been slowly growing more fierce. It had been almost constant rolling thunder and flashes of lightning, gusting winds and intermittent showers. Today the storm had reached a peak it seemed, for the winds now howled and threatened to destroy the lands it whipped through. Trees bent, creaked and swayed, debris and leaf-litter rolled and skipped across the ground or got forcefully lifted up and sucked away into the heavens. The ocean rolled violently and frothed at the shore like a rabid animal, it's breaking waves could be heard crashing in the distance. Kenna could sense the almost electrical charge in the air as she hurried into Thornbury, holding her hat firmly upon her head and swiftly tugging her horse Dust along by his reins. A familiar, anxious howl rose to her ears faintly deeper into the little town. It was Skye. She was calling the pack to her to take shelter in one of the shops. Kenna would join her as soon as she'd taken care of the stallion.
Dust trotted along nervously, his ears flicking this way and that. He gave yet another frightened whinny, rearing slightly onto his rear legs as his companion lead him towards the stables he'd come to call home. Kenna quickly hauled on the horse's reins and tried to soothe him with her voice, but the wind ripped any sound she made from her lips as if she'd not uttered a word. Another urgent howl barely reached the woman's ears but was none the less acknowledged. Squinting against the particulate matter in the air, Kenna fought the winds that tugged and pushed her in every direction and made every attempt to sweep her (and her hat) away. Her long hair lashed at her face as she turned Dust towards the stables. As she started to lead him into the stable doors, he balked before she could get him inside and she noticed the whole structure seemed to be slightly swaying in the gusts and she could hear other animals within vocalizing their fear. Dust echoed a call from another horse inside and pawed at the ground, dancing nervously side to side as Kenna debated. Frowning, she turned to her mount and with expert movements unbuckled and untied the horse from his tack, simply letting it drop to the ground before taking Dust's head in her paws and looking him in the eyes. She stroked his nose and hugged him with a few words, urging him to be safe, before releasing him, stepping back and clapping him on the haunches. "Go Dust! Go!" She shouted over the howling winds and the stallion turned and fled with a loud neigh, heading back out of Thornbury and into the forest seeking his own form of shelter.
With her heart wrenching with worry (not for herself, but for her beloved horse), Kenna disregarded the fallen tack where it lay just off to the side of the stable entrance and took off in the direction of the continuing howls. Catching a glimpse of another pack mate ducking into the large shop and spying Skye in the doorway, Kenna ducked her head and ran over to join those sheltering within the building. Just as she reached the doorway, nodding to the leader, a loud crack sounded as a tree in the forest lost a branch to the savage gale. Not even looking back at the sound, Kenna hurried inside. Once safe, she looked up, relinquishing her death grip on her stetson and sighed, looking around at those already gathered. Her ears folded slightly as she realized she still didn't know many faces. She'd only seen them in passing but never truly met. She gave a slight nod to each of them before crossing slowly over to the window to watch the storm progress (it was the worst she'd seen), but staying far enough back from the panes for fear of them blowing in. All there was to do now, was hunker down and wait. As she turned and made her way to the back of the shop, removing her hat and smoothing her tousled hair back off her face, she leaned against the back wall, regarding her pack mates awkwardly, unsure of how to approach them. If anything, now would be her chance to socialize...but what should she say?