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OOC → WC::400+ Hope you don’t mind if I stalk you
Your thread fell in line with one I was going to start.
It seemed like the weather worsened by the day. The ominous change in the air and the darkening skies came a day or two before, and that very night the rain began. Kable spent the last couple nights in the shop nearby his home that he and Skoll raided. He didn’t want to leave his home; its foundation was a little questionable even before the storm began. The male left the shop to go check on the Inn. What he found was a sight that made it feel as though his heart sank into the depths of his chest. The building he’d done so much work to make better collapsed into the ocean over night by the efforts of pouring rain and devastating wind. Damn it! He fell to his knees and punched the ground. No one would hear him yell.
The seigneur knew he needed to find shelter, and no building in Lunenburg would protect him from Mother Nature’s wraith. Quickly as he could he made his way for the Chien Hotel. The damage that had already been done was significant, some trees had fallen down, many windows were broken and small weak structures taken out. Using his forearm to shield his face he pushed onward, unable tell if he were crying or if it was just the rain splashing him in the face. He struggled to get where he was and hadn’t made it to his destination yet. Realization of the potential danger didn’t fully set in until he was hit by piece of debris. The small piece of broken wood may have been otherwise harmless if it weren’t for the whipping wind. Blood flowed from the large open gash on his left arm.
Kable was bleeding, cold and tired, he felt like he was unable to make it to the hotel. Or maybe life seemed so hopeless that he didn’t want the protection from this hurricane. He leaned against the shanty building’s wall, slumping to the ground he closed his eyes. His mother was dead and his house was gone. What did he have left? What was left of his family, and a pack being torn apart by nature? The way he saw it was bleak at best. No one in the court needed him, he would only be in their way. His breathing was shallow and soft, he was ready to let go and give up. The husky male’s eyes went wide upon hearing the cries of pups. He’d gotten up to peer through one of the windows. The coyote woman had been holed up with her children. Terra! He called struggling to open the door against the wind and stagger in. She has kids, why is she out here? It was too dangerous to be out.
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