climbing walls out of resentment

Salvia Eternity · 09-22-2012, 10:44 AM

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Setting	Location	Form	NPCs
Location: The Stables, SL Date: 22 September Weather: Hurricane! Time: Early afternoon			--

(351) SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPIES COME BAAAACK.

When the storm hit Salsola, Salvia was already preparing for it.

She had begun with the barn, doing her best to ease the horses with Tarat’s aid. They were frightened and rightfully so—she could smell the rain and feel the electric-ozone sensation in every part of her body. The deep scar on her breast ached as it had never done so before. Deep bruise colored clouds moved at an impossible speed. Before she knew it, rain was not only pouring down but hurling itself against the outside world. Twigs and dead branches were plucked from the earth and whipped through the air, rattling against the sides of the wooden structure. Tarat was babbling in Spanish, and Salvia spoke to him only as much as was needed.

Salvia was in the process of easing the more panicked horses (mainly, Misty and Eyre) when all the fur on her body stood straight up. A tremendous CRACK sounded outside and every living thing in the barn let out a cry of surprise—only to have this noise echoed, doubled, overwhelmed by a tremendous groan and several more terrifying, awful noises. Fear bubbled up in her and a high, demanding shriek was given to Tarat as the earth shook all around them.

Wide-eyed and fur all on end, Salvia took three deep breaths and forced herself to calm. Fear is the mind killer, she repeated to herself, and hurried towards the door. She blanched. One of the oldest trees, ancient and gargantuan in size, had toppled onto the fence and part of the barn. Its truck had obliterated the entire section of fenceline and, to her fury, given the panicking and retreating forms of the sheep a place to run.

She screamed her fury into the storm, which howled back. One clawed hand grabbed Tarat, who had rushed to her side. She barked orders at him--stay here, do not let the horses out, do not let anything happen--and yanked a length of rope from the building. Shaking with fury (for she would not be frightened now) she rushed out into the rain.

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