M- left enough ignition

Elody Lykoi · 09-24-2012, 10:04 PM

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Oh shit. Elody has lost her raccoon! Help her find Rêve?

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Nightmares often picked the worst time to show their frightful faces, often choosing the most vulnerable, and weak points in an individual. The poor coyote had been so cold, wrapping her cloak about her slim body to keep the chill from her bones, closing her eyes to enter a sleep. Her raccoon had huddled up beside her, soothing and providing warmth for the cold hybrid. And as Elody slept, the dreams took her over like a powerful predator. All her fears and worries, all her wishful thinking amounted to a single thread. Where were her siblings? Was Lowry alright? Was sweet Helena sheltered from the cold? And for many minutes, all that felt like forever--The dreams told her of the worst.

Slipping from the dream had left her both groggy and paranoid. The cavern floor was much colder than she had remembered. It was morning, the lack of light didn't permit the fact, however her senses told her so. The young Zepar wasn't worthy of any helpful jobs, what was there to do? People were away from the storm, and work could not be done until the storm settled. Slim arms wrapped about her skinny frame, blowing a strand of unruly hair from her face. Even a few simple hours felt like an eternity, one hat couldn't be quelled and pushed aside. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours. Ellie would have to wait them out.

She distracted herself from the quiet murmurs of the others, listening to the far-away sound of the wind howling, imagining the keening coming from an enraged and saddened spirit. A hand reached beside her, to pat the little lump of grey fur. Stopping short with wide lime-green eyes.

Where was Rêve?

The Lykoi princess's heart flipped painfully, eyes searching for the fat little form of her thieving creature, nose sniffing frantically. All she could smell was damp dirt and the fresh wind given from the caverns. What the fuck Ellie cursed under her breath, standing quicly, tail flickering in annoyance. Rêve! The mottled hybrid called out, not thinking about the others. Perhaps an unruly raccoon would provide the entertainment they were starved of because of the storm.

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