If it's worth saving

Saluce Tremblay · 02-01-2011, 09:53 PM

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Dahlia was a mess, almost everything around was impassible, or covered in over 2 feet of snow. It didn’t look much like a habitable place at all. Saluce had done he always did, grabbed tools, shovels and everything else he needed to help dig out whomever called for aid. The brute was exhausted, the dark hues across his brow where a reminder to just how much he’d been working the past few days. His eyes didn’t have the same luster they normally held and his body moved with dull aches and pains causing any movement to be thought about. Saluce could hardly remember a time of such peril as this, and the storm had threatened to merely wipe everything off the face of the earth. It really was just a irony that something so beautiful could be so deadly. At home Saluce had been keeping busy shoveling snow off his roof, keeping exits cleared, and moving limbs from his home. That wasn’t counting helping everyone else as well, several major events had happened already and that added yet another toll on him. It seemed even as the storm seemed to be letting up that he was finding the ability to get up and move about to be difficult. After this storm he’d have to work on clean up and again help fix the damage to his packs mates homes. Another thing that weighed heavily on his tired mind, no rest would be available to him anytime soon and he needed to finish off some work at his shop as well.

If he had really thought about it, he could have decided against the decision to trek to his shop. He could have easily stayed home making sure Tempest was okay and rest. The wind had picked back up and again he grew worried about several items at his shop, especially the forge. It needed to stay hot until he could clean out the pots he used to melt the alloys he created. That itself was a priority, he needed to get back to the shop, re-fire the forge and clean up everything before shutting it down for the rest of the winter. If Saul hadn’t come along he probably would have shut it down earlier, until a time when he could safely have access to his shop again. Now though he wasn’t sure how long this weather would stay, it could very well keep him from returning the shop.

Tired muscles finally raised out of the bed, instantly hit by the cold that had settled in the room. Eyes looked around the room lazily, he’d been laying in bed for an hour or so already, hoping he could just return back to sleep and let that be his answer to his predicament. A paw raised up to rub his temple before finally swinging out of bed to stand, the pops and creeks his body gave off again reminded him that he had been over exerting himself lately. Stretching wide he finally moved toward his dresser. The wind wouldn’t make things very easy for him, he’d have to actually bundle up which was a break from normal. Settling upon a hoodie and jeans, along with a scarf the clothes where easily put over his frame. Well it was bundling up to him at least; all the fur underneath such simple garments would provide quite a bit of repeal from the brutal cold. Again he contemplated his decision to run out to his shop and try to get things in order. And again he decided it was the best course of action. If he grew lazy now then he’d start lapsing on other duties and he couldn’t let that happen.

The cold wind greeted him just as quickly as the door was cracked open. Another several inches had fallen over night, lighter then when the storm had first came upon them, howling like a banshee, bringing sheets of snow that would block out even his acute vision. The wind still was at it blowing the snow all around, eyes looking out at the drifts that had formed; some of them looked as if they could swallow up even his frame. Travel was very tough going from the looks of it and best he get this done now in case the storm picked back up.

The trek was rough, several times he slid into a large snow bank, the snow growing up past his waist, and he’d have to dig himself back out. Ice had formed across his nose and he felt the fire under his feet from ice forming on his pads. It was dangerous out, even for a wolf meant to survive in weather such as this, and it wasn’t lost on him. Still the dark grey male continued to travel onward, the normally short trip took an extreme amount of time to travel and he hoped everyone was staying inside. If he had to respond to an emergency it may well be a long time before he could get there. Blue hues looked out behind a mask of snow blanketing any exposed fur, looking at the massacre seen in front of him. Trees over loaded by the weight of snow had simple cracked under the pressure. Eyes took in the alien landscape, foreign unrecognizable to anyone who knew what it should look like. Everything seemed to just have stopped, nothing moved except the windblown branches, the snow kicked up and the occasional tree snap followed by a loud thud as snow and tree connected in a white explosion.

Again his feet moved and he continued onward with stubbornness that only he really could have. Finally eyes set upon the shop and instantly looked for any tree that might have fallen and was glad to see none. One tree was on his list to remove, the old oak had become rotten and he had hoped to remove it sometime in the spring. Now though he was just glad that his stubbornness was only matched by the mighty old oak still clinging to its root. A hand swung the door open and nothing but cold greeted him, no fire had been going for several days and the wild had at least regained its foothold on the drafty shop.

A sigh was given, an innocent stretch and then to work he went. A fire was easily built, the smoke easily starting to billow out of the chimney. Hands welcomed the warmth, hoping to release some of his form from the biting cold. God he was not aging well he supposed, he shouldn’t be feeling this terrible at only 3 years old. He’d have to start taking better care of himself, and he’d have to start soon or else it would mean he be an old crusty man by 5, and that thought didn’t appeal to him at all. The grey male was supposed to be in his prime but why he felt his best days where behind him he couldn’t reason.

As the fire heated up he began stoking and adding more wood to raise the temperature to a suitable level. It’d take some time for the heat to warm the Bronze allow currently in the pot into a molten state, several hours at least, and by then he could finish what he came here to do.

Time passed and a soft covering of molten bronze would float to the surface and solidify before another batch would rise up, repeating in endless motion before the piece of metal finally liquefied under the fire. With a mold nearby he grabbed the pot with the tongs easily and poured out the offending metal. Next he’d clean the forge itself as it cooled and he’d be done here for the next month or so. Saluce really didn’t have to do this, the bronze would have easily kept in the pot through the rough winter, but it was on principle, a job was half done and he needed to complete it.

The bronze had just barely become solid when his ears perked atop his head, the wind could now be heard through the walls of his shop. “Damn it’s really picked up out there” he said to no one really. Maybe to himself to make him feel a bit better but it didn’t, he hardly got the words out of his mouth before again a loud crack brought his attention back to what was happening outside. There wasn’t much time to react, he only had stood up before the tree came crashing down, the mighty oak had finally succumbed to the weather.

A foot pressed eagerly against the floor as he started to move out of the way but it wasn’t for lack of trying, the grey male was brought down forcefully, the moment itself lost to the man. The weight had plowed down on his head, knocking him unconscious instantly. For it now was the savior’s time to be saved, and who would answer this silent call? Already the tree had knocked over the smoldering forge; the snow at first would act as a way to keep the hungry embers from striking up against a ready supply of wood, but for how long?

Bris Stormbringer · 02-17-2011, 04:50 PM

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I'm sooooo sorry for the huge wait on this hon. Thankfully it's been a little bit slow here at work and I wanted to try to get at least this post done. It's taken me the entire day to do it, lol! <33333 WC: 720

Saluce was stubborn. Bris chewed her lip as she contemplated what to do, her mismatched eyes watching the brutish blacksmith as he slipped out of the house and into the cold beyond. The two had spoken only yesterday about whether he should attempt to finish closing down his smithy, and Bris had disagreed when he'd set his mind to do it. The weather was still highly unstable, and there were downed trees and misleading snowdrifts all around the grounds of Dahlia de Mai. It was dangerous for anyone to be out in as it was, nevermind how quickly the weather could worsen. Several homes and structures already lie around Dahlia in shambles, including the old Victorian belonging to Conor, Bris, and their family. Luckily, Saluce's home had so far been spared by the snowy onslaught. Being the generous soul that he was, he'd gratiously offered to share it with those displaced from the alpha's Victorian, and Bris couldn't thank him enough for the gesture. The building was far more comfortable than their backup plan would have been.

With a heavy sigh, Bris made up her mind. Saluce was stubborn, but so was she. A quick glance around the house settled her into her decision, noting that Eclipse was currently curled up and out like a light in another room. Tempest was home as well, and Bris felt secure in the knowledge that she could slip out and help their generous host and be home without much disturbance to her rapidly growing daughter. Conor would be nearby soon as well, and Bris followed Saluce's example in raiding one of the rooms for some warm coverings. Normally, even in a harsh winter, her thickened fur would have been enough to get by, but why suffer from chills when one could bundle up? It didn't long to find what she had in mind, and she shrugged on the long, oversized hoodie with only a little trouble. The zipper was forgotten, as it always gave her clawed hands far too much trouble, and she quietly slipped out the front door and into the frigid air outside.

Saluce's tracks weren't hard to follow, though Bris didn't need to. The forge where the male spent much of his time was well-known to everyone who called Dahlia home. As she walked, tucking the hoodie around herself against the bone-chilling wind, the woman's eyes wandered aimlessly. Disbelief glazed her face as she glanced about, taking in the destruction that had run rampant around the land. Trees that had stood for centuries now lay unceremoniously on the ground, their limbs shattered and the earth pulled up around them. Homes, most of which had thankfully been unoccupied, lay in various states of disarray. The landscape had been forever changed in the midst of one giant storm.

As Saluce's smithy finally came into view, Bris felt the breath catch in her chest. Her heart skipped a beat as she took note of the massive oak now laying atop the collapsed roof. A thin line of smoke was streaking out from one side of the structure, and Bris' feet moved into instant flight. "SALUCE!!!" In an instant, the woman was at the entrance, pushing her way through the fallen debri. "Saluce, where are you?! Saluce!! Bris glanced frantically about the interior of the building. The huge tree had crashed through the roof as though it were made of paper. Some of it had fallen into the worst possible place; the hungry embers and flames of the forge had delighted in the sudden supply of fresh tinder, and had begun to catch on the enormous oak and the wood of the building as the heat dried out the snow-soaked timber. Finally, she caught a brief glimpse of dark fur sticking out from underneath the fallen behemoth of an oak. It had fallen directly above the wolf, bringing the roof down on top of him along with it. Not hesitating for a moment's breath, Bris raced to the fallen male's side. She let out a sigh of relief as she noticed his chest moving with his breath, but she doubted there would be a way to dig him out without someone's help, even if it were just Saluce's own. If she couldn't rouse him somehow, she'd have to find some way to get help.

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Eclipse Soulstorm · 02-20-2011, 02:11 PM

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WC: 363 OOC: Big Grin sneaky eclipse is sneaky!

Eclipse was not asleep, she wanted her mommy to think that because she just wanted a little time to think and see what the grown ups did when they thought she was sleeping, but it was boring stuff but when she saw that her mommy had checked on her and then she went to put something on and left she got up as quietly as she could and was out the door behind her mommy. She almost regretted it, as the wind whipped around her. She wanted to know what mommy was up to though so she followed, she was slowed down a bit by the wind and the gusting snow, but she was still able to get to where her mommy was.

She couldn’t see everything around her, she had one thing on her mind now, and because her home was behind her and her mommy was close, she could easily catch up to mommy and be safe. She hurried through the snow but didn’t find her mommy until she heard her calling out someone’s name. then she saw the red glow and soon saw the fire rising up through the building that lay before her, it was scary and yet amazing at the same time, but it was more scary than anything. She wasn’t going to show it though.

Mommy, what’s happening, why is the fire there!

She said as she caught up with her mommy, her tail was now tucked between her legs and she was not cowering, but showing that she did make a big mistake in leaving the really nice warm house to venture out here just to see what her mommy was doing. Sometimes it was best not to let her curiosity to get the better of her. It was too late now though and she was stuck out here, and it seemed her mommy thought there was someone in there, and she was even considering going inside to save the wolf, but she thought better of it, what if the wolf was as big as mommy… or even daddy? No she couldn’t save anyone… not yet at least. She knew some of her limits at least.

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Saluce Tremblay · 02-27-2011, 06:12 PM

A vicious lash of flames erupted from the coals before dying back down to smolder against the damp wood. It wouldn’t be long before a fully fledged fire would break out and the shop would go up in flames. Saluce lay there, the helpless creature he was, totally dependent on whomever came to help him. Some soft moans would escape his lips as he slipped in and out of consciousness.

His eyes opened briefly as the woman tried to free him, and he knew something was wrong but couldn’t get his thoughts together to wake himself. –Was someone in trouble? Did he need to wake to help some soul who needed his help?- The thought alone almost helped him, the stubbornness of the male kicking into fight whatever blackness that laid on his mind like a immovable object. Just how long could he fight to regain consciousness?

A brief window opened in his mind as his eyes flew wide awake, surveying the scene, finding him trapped, instantly adrenaline pumped through his veins. His muscles tensing, the fire lighting under his ass to move whatever object it was keeping him from saving someone. Not knowing it was indeed himself that was the one who needed saving and that thought never crossed his mind.

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