09-24-2012, 10:01 PM
OOC: Hope it's okay to chuck Evface in here.
IC:
There had been precious little time for Everly to settle into her new home, barely long enough for her to scope out and collect some of Aniwaya's plants, before the storm had rudely decided to assault the territory. It felt as if the weather was attacking from both above and below: the storm up above and its handiwork, mud which was thick and could potentially do more damage than some stained fur. Her frame was slight, not much of a weight to keep her feet securely on the ground if the winds really took off, but her small paws and light tread might benefit her in avoiding the clutches of the squelchy mud.
The woman's disjointed route in Optime form, with the odd hop or sidestep, could easily have been a game or the meanderings of someone blissfully unaware of the cantankerous clouds above and their vehement complaints which seemed to be echoed and stretched out by the wind. But the nimble she-wolf's piercing eyes told a different story; this track was methodical, and with a methodical approach came a strange sort of quiet for Aniwaya's newest member. It was something to focus on which made her forget the din of the harsh weather, at least temporarily, as she picked her way towards the center of the territory, a small supply of leaves and stalks protruding from a loosely clenched forepaw.
In an ideal world Everly would've encountered some of her packmates for the first time in a situation involving bright sunshine and twittering birds overhead, possibly a laugh or two. She didn't much feel like laughing with a dark sky above and a bellowing from up ahead. Balancing on the balls of her feet with her eyes narrowed, Everly sought the source of the sound.
Her efforts were rewarded (although it felt more like a punishment) with the broad, solid shape of a cow, wide eyed and snorting, approaching. Approaching pretty quickly, actually. The wolf didn't know if the beast had even seen her, but she found her feet skimming the ground in an urgent crescent.
The first structure which seemed willing to put up a fight against the tempest was the stables, but even that had taken a hit. Everly leaned against an outer wall for a couple of seconds to regain her breath – or was it her composure? - before popping her head into the building, ears flattened. ”Can I lend a hand?” she asked, keeping her voice soft so as not to further wind up the frightened animals. "Think there are some cows getting their udders in a twist over this storm." She could hardly blame them. Even in an ill thought out attempt to lighten the atmosphere, since the storm seemed determined to darken it, Everly's voice was marked by anxiety. Her non-existent udder was beginning to get a bit twisted.
(476 words)
IC:
There had been precious little time for Everly to settle into her new home, barely long enough for her to scope out and collect some of Aniwaya's plants, before the storm had rudely decided to assault the territory. It felt as if the weather was attacking from both above and below: the storm up above and its handiwork, mud which was thick and could potentially do more damage than some stained fur. Her frame was slight, not much of a weight to keep her feet securely on the ground if the winds really took off, but her small paws and light tread might benefit her in avoiding the clutches of the squelchy mud.
The woman's disjointed route in Optime form, with the odd hop or sidestep, could easily have been a game or the meanderings of someone blissfully unaware of the cantankerous clouds above and their vehement complaints which seemed to be echoed and stretched out by the wind. But the nimble she-wolf's piercing eyes told a different story; this track was methodical, and with a methodical approach came a strange sort of quiet for Aniwaya's newest member. It was something to focus on which made her forget the din of the harsh weather, at least temporarily, as she picked her way towards the center of the territory, a small supply of leaves and stalks protruding from a loosely clenched forepaw.
In an ideal world Everly would've encountered some of her packmates for the first time in a situation involving bright sunshine and twittering birds overhead, possibly a laugh or two. She didn't much feel like laughing with a dark sky above and a bellowing from up ahead. Balancing on the balls of her feet with her eyes narrowed, Everly sought the source of the sound.
Her efforts were rewarded (although it felt more like a punishment) with the broad, solid shape of a cow, wide eyed and snorting, approaching. Approaching pretty quickly, actually. The wolf didn't know if the beast had even seen her, but she found her feet skimming the ground in an urgent crescent.
The first structure which seemed willing to put up a fight against the tempest was the stables, but even that had taken a hit. Everly leaned against an outer wall for a couple of seconds to regain her breath – or was it her composure? - before popping her head into the building, ears flattened. ”Can I lend a hand?” she asked, keeping her voice soft so as not to further wind up the frightened animals. "Think there are some cows getting their udders in a twist over this storm." She could hardly blame them. Even in an ill thought out attempt to lighten the atmosphere, since the storm seemed determined to darken it, Everly's voice was marked by anxiety. Her non-existent udder was beginning to get a bit twisted.
(476 words)