Another disaster

Sankara · 02-13-2011, 09:46 PM

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Sankara

Word Count→529 (+5)(+10) :: OOC: Sankara gets into truble Wink All Welcome!

The snowstorm had really provoqued serious damages. Two wolves had resulted injured (slade and somebody else), some of the animals that some people had as pets escaped, and some people's homes had been destroyed. But what worried her the most was the fact that two females --Orin and Valinta-- where pregnant. Pregnant! Sankara couldn't imagine how it had been for them; to stand those harsh days whith small creatures depending on them.

But Sankara had suffered a loss too. The hunting Lodge had been damaged, and even though she only kept one drawing among with some paper and her bag there, it was also a shelter to hide whenever the day was too cold. Now she didn't have a temporary shelter nor a place to store her stuff. That morning she had woken up and walked towards said place. And when she arrived, she saw the place partially covered by snow, with pieces of the building either missing or fallen. She had managed to enter and rescue her stuff. The things where in good condition. So Sankara took them and left. She had to talk to Shawchert. She would need help for what she had in mind. She wanted to build herself a shelter up with logs and...maybe rocks?

Sankara pondered about it as she walked towards Thornsbury, carrying her bag on her mouth. Some of the stores where abandoned, and she would be able to keep her stuff there for some time. Something catched her eyes as she passed by some fallen trees. The trees had fallen one against the other, so it formed a small cave. Sankara noticed it, and the idea of using it as a temporary refuge popped out on her mind. She walked towards it and slid under the arch that both trees formed. Inside there was enough space for her to huddle confortably. She left her bag outside and huddled. Yes, it had the perfect meassures for her. She sighed as she leaned against one of the tree trunks, but it creaked, what made Sankara panic. She jumped on her feet, what made the trees creak again, because even though the space was enough for sankara to huddle inside, it wasn't all enough for her to be on her feet. All that Sankara percieved since then was more creaking before a weigh fell on her back. She let out a loud whimper, of surprise as well as of pain.

The tree had fallen on top of her, luckly another tree supported the other one, so it didn't squashed her completely. But the pressure was still enough to hurt her ribcage. Sankara struggled on a failed try to get free. She thought on swifting, but it would take too much time, and she could hear the other tree creaking, ready to break under it's brother's weigh. So all what sankara could do was to ask for help.

"HEEELP!! PLEASE!! HELP!!" Her voice came out too weak. Her ribcage was now aching and she couldn't breathe very well, so she filled her lungs with air as much as she could and howled. The howl was mixed with a whine, and she hoped that somebody could hear it...

Orin Takekuro · 02-13-2011, 10:58 PM

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Word Count→713 :: Ooh! This is so exciting, I hope you don't mind me bringing Orin in even though I owe you a post in another thread. <3

It had been a week since the brunt of the snowstorm hit and still the pack had yet to even begin to repair. Most were still living outside of their usual dwellings, taking root in the same houses that sheltered them from the storm rather than their own homes. The damages had been assessed, though, and plans were beginning to form on how to go about repairing their lives. Orin knew that some of the animals had disappeared during the snowstorm, even her dear friend Mars's sheep and stallion had gone missing, and unfortunately she was unable to aid in recovering the creatures. She did hope that that cute little black sheep, Axel, had found a good, safe place to stay during the storm and made it out okay. Somehow, she just had a feeling that the steed, Vox, had no problem surviving the blizzard.

Among the destruction, Orin had fared pretty well. Her bookstore suffered blocked doors and a couple broken windows, but little more had been damaged. She knew she was lucky, and that not everyone had gotten off so easy; like Shawchert. His poor little hut had been thrashed and blown away bit by bit in the storm. According to reports, only pieces of it littered the clearing now. There would be other damages like this, too, and Orin waited for word to trickle back in. At least there had been few injuries, and no deaths that she had known of.

Today was her first day really getting out and about. She was still staying at Sky's house, a thing that was both terribly awkward yet also good for the both of them. The women had managed to work through their distaste for one another, hiding it, and had begun to function somewhat normally even in the awkward presence of the other. Sky had even bandaged Orin's head after the shutter had made a small gash in her forehead, and Orin had been properly grateful for it. Sky was also overseeing the growth of Orin's unborn pups, and this was also helping to relieve the tension between the two.

Still, the tension was not all gone, and after a week, everyone needed their space. Orin felt particularly good today, her unborn puppies active and strong in her womb, so she had returned to her bookstore to survey the damage and see what had to be done, and perhaps get a start on any repairs she was capable of doing. She had dug an impressive hole in the snowbank that blocked her front door (she only wished she could change into Lupus to have made the job quicker, but she did not want to risk the stress on her babies), and was standing just inside of the bookstore looking at the shattered glass that littered the floor when she heard a sound. It was like some great monster crashing through the woods.

Curious, Orin ducked back outside and peered at the forest beyond the wrecked Thornbury town scape, but she could see nothing out of the ordinary. It could have been any number of things shifting and settling down after the fierce storm. She waited a moment, shrugged to herself, and turned to enter her bookstore when she heard the howl. Her ears perked and her head shot up. Someone was in trouble, and she knew who... “Sankara!”

She leaped off of the patio and took off through Thornbury square. Luckily, her natural grace lent to fluid movements, so she did not jar herself or her babies as she jogged toward the frantic call. Within moments, she was out of the Thornbury limits and burst into the forest, racing time itself. She needed to find Sankara before her calls ended, before whatever danger she was in made it impossible for her to call.

Rushing through the forest, she let out a series of yips let Sankara know she was coming, but she did not want to interrupt Sankara's call with a howl of her own. If anyone else was responding, she did not want them to confuse Sankara's location for her own. Finally, Orin dashed into a small glade, her eyes darting around but Sankara was not here. She had to be close.

“Sankara! I'm here! Where are you?”

Table made by Kiki! Image credit here.

Sankara · 02-14-2011, 05:12 PM

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Sankara

Word Count→306(+3) :: OOC: hehe never mind X3 BTW happy Valentine's Day! And thanks for the table...(aaand, i'm already working on the drawings, don't worry)

The grizzly female tried to break free, but with every move, she only sank in the snow under the weigh of the trunk. Her paws made left marks on the snow when she struggled. But in the end she decided to quit it. She was ok by the moment, and her struggles would only hurt her even more. She only prayed for her howl to be heard. She wasn't too far away from Thornsbury, but if nobody did, then they would find her body crushed under the fallen tree very soon.

Her hopes rose up when she heard somebody running, not too far away. Sankara hopedthat whoever was coming could spot her, because the falling of the trees had left some branches covering the area. Besides, the snow-covered bushes where tall enough for somebody to see her. She yelped again. This time, there was an answer. And she recognized the voice. "Orin! over here! behind the bushes!". To hear Orin's voice was reconforting. That meant that she hadn't got sick during the snowstorm, but also that she was still able to run...Wait...run? but what about her babies? what if she hurts herself?. Those questions worried her. Sankara wished that Orin could help her to get out of there, but whith a fast look she was sure that her prission was too dangerous to be moved in her state. The steps where coming closer.

"Wait! Orin! bring somebody else, the tree is too heavy for you to move it!" Maybe there was another wolf who heard her howl. Sankara tried to free herself once again, with the same results of before. Great, just great. Now i am a distraction for the others...Stupid me!. As if it was supporting her idea, the tree pressed her against the ground a bit more. What a day.

Orin Takekuro · 02-16-2011, 01:01 AM

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The moment she heard Sankara's voice trail through the forest again she spun around and lurched towards it. With a spray of snow, Orin burst through the brush thicket that was concealing Sankara, snapping branches and sending the snow that coated the bushes flying in all directions. Her honey eyes bugged when she looked down and saw her friend, laying prone and helpless, trapped beneath the crushing weight of the fallen trees.

She gasped and cried out in surprise, her hands flying to her mouth, but she did not stand in stunned paralysis for long. Her eyes flicked over the scene; Sankara pressed against the snow, the weight of the tree on her back. She had to do something to help her friend, and by the looks of the way the precarious trunk rested on the other, she had very little time to figure it out. Sankara said something about getting help, but a stone had settled in to Orin's gut. If she left to find help now she had a feeling that her friend would not be so lively by the time she returned.

“There's no time,” she said, her voice surprisingly calm despite being laced with urgency. She spun around to inspect the clearing, and her body knew what she was going to do before her brain was certain. She was in motion again, disappearing through the bushes. When she came back she rolled a sizable rock in front of her. It plowed through the bushes leaving them in splinters. She rolled the stone until it was near Sankara, positioned just under the place where one tree rested so perilously on the other. As she did so, the tree seemed to shift again, and she looked at Sankara, alarmed. “Hang in there Kara, just another minute.”

She was off again, this time dashing towards a pile of debris. She climbed onto the pile, searching the bits of wood until she came across a thick, formidable branch. She tugged the branch but it was lodged tight, so she gave another great heave and it released from the rubble. The branch was too big for her to pick up without over-exerting herself, so much in the fashion that she transported the rock, she dragged the branch back to Sankara.

“How are you doing? Does it hurt?” She asked but didn't wait for the answer, leaning the branch up against the stone and then pushing it until it was supported by the stone. A moment later, she wedged the branch beneath the great trunk that pinned Sankara, and the limb suddenly became a makeshift lever – the rock the fulcrum.

“This won't raise the tree very far,” she said, informatively. She was trying to remain calm for Sankara's sake. She moved over to her friend and knelt down in front of her – at least the best that she could with her rounded belly. “But it should lift it up enough for you to get out. On the count of three I'm going to yank down on this as hard as I can. The second I do that, you get out of there. If it's still too tight dig at the snow with your paws. Okay?”

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Sankara · 02-19-2011, 01:03 PM

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Sankara

Word Count→561 (+5) :: OOC: Waaaaay late, but finally a reply...please don't eat my head!!

Sankara looked at the pink-haired female. Despite her growing belly, she had insisted on helping her by herself, saying that there was no time to look for help. And Sankara couldn't refute it, because her ribcage was being pressed, and it was hurting her. She let out a sigh "Very well, but i don't want you to get hurt...". Her command almost made her laugh, if it wasn't for the tree trunk pressing her back. She had been the one who had entered into that small cave made by fallen and unstable trees, and she had been the one who got herself trapped. And she was telling Orin to be careful...what an irony.

She stayed still as Orin disappeared behind some bushes to return rolling a big stone, and placing it beside her. She told her to wait a bit longer...but the tree was creaking again Sankara let out a whine, she was getting really nervous now. Orin left again, climbing on top of the wood pile next to her, grabbing a thick stick. Orin stopped for a second and made her a quick question. "W-well, yes, it hurts a bit" She lied, she was unable to breathe properly. "J-just, continue". But the woman didn't seem to listen her; instead, she dragged the stick to the rock and leaned it against it, placing one of the ends under the trunk, close to her. She is going to use it as a lever.

When the device was ready, Orin leaned in front of her, with certain difficulty, and gave her instructions about what to do. Sankara nodded. She had to be fast. So she began to push away as much snow as she could to slide out properly. She hoped that it worked. Not only for her sake; Orin had made an enormous effort on her current state. She observed how Orin stood up again, and took her place. She counted in her mind. One...two... Her friend pushed the lever as hard as she could. THREE!. Sankara boosted herself with her hindlegs, and jumped from under the tree. About two seconds later, the tree fell heavily on the place where she had been moments ago. Sankara laid there, panting heavily.

Now that she was free from the pressure and that the adrenaline that her body produced was fading away, the real pain appeared. She felt her back go stiff, and whined a bit. But then she got over the pain and turned her head towards her saviour. "Orin...I...Thanks, i'm really grateful with you..." She laid her head again. My back hurts like hell! i wonder if i'll be able to walk soon..

When she controlled her panting, she turned towards her pink-haired friend again. "I thought that those trees where solid enough to make a temporary shelter" She chuckled. "Sorry if i caused you trouble...by the way, how are your babies, are them ok?". Now that Sankara was out of trouble, she could worry for her friend's puppies. As she laid there, the pain in her ribcage and back and her spine began to fade, leaving only the stiffness of being on such an unconfortable position. Mind note, make sure that a shelter is solid enough to avoid ending under a tree trunk with the risk of getting crashed.

Orin Takekuro · 03-04-2011, 04:48 PM

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600+ :: Sorry about the wait on my end too. My class was way more demanding than I expected!

“It will be okay,” she reassured her troubled friend, referring to both her state and her friend's concern for the puppies that she carried. This was a tense situation that required a fast, thorough plan, and Orin had one. One that she would be able to pull off with minimal exertion on her fragile body. Sure, there was a bit of work involved, but if all went according to plan, nothing would exert her or her babies too much.

She stood up and wrapped her hands around the plank that was lodged over the rock and beneath the tree trunk. She glanced at Sankara, seeing the woman was already preparing by digging out some of the snow beneath her. Perfect! She waited for Sankara to make eye contact and then they counted. “One! Two! Three!” Without hesitating on 'three,' Orin yanked down on the handle of the makeshift lever. At first it was not enough so she leaned forward and took her feet off the ground, using all of her weight on her end of the lever. It was working! The trunk that trapped Sankara shifted, and then slowly began to lift just a few inches. A few inches was all the wolfess needed to be free, though, and within seconds Orin's friend squirmed forward and then lunged out of the trap.

Just in the nick of time! A crackling sound emanated from the branch that Orin clung to, and just seconds after Sankara was free, the branch snapped under the weight of the trunk. The tree fell, splintering the bits of wood beneath it. Orin went toppling backwards and landed on her butt, but managed to land right in the pad of snow Sankara made when she discarded the snow beneath her, so it broke her fall and did not jolt the woman or her pups at all.

On the ground, Orin twisted to see if Sankara was alright. Her friend was sitting nearby, all in one piece even though both women were frazzled and shaken up by the incident. Orin let out a dramatic sigh of relief and fell backward into the snow, just as breathless as Sankara was. She stared at the destroyed structure, and after a moment found her voice again.

“I'm so glad you're okay. Are you hurt badly?” She rolled over and pushed herself up, crawling the few feet between her and Sankara, and then laid back down in the snow on her side, facing her friend. The exertion and her thick pelt keeping her and her babies warm for now. Sankara seemed shaken but not in any sort of writing pain that might be evidence of a broken bone.

“Don't apologize. I'm just glad I found you in time. You can thank the book I read on physics for that one,” she grinned and gestured toward the now destroyed lever device. Then her hand moved to her round belly. “They are fine.” She said, feeling one kick her hand. “They're excited, I think they're celebrating for you. Luckily that device kept me from having to work too hard, or else I would have had to go get someone, and by the looks of it, there wasn't enough time.”

“You prefer natural shelters, don't you?” She asked, knowing that her friend did. Kara seemed to be more of a feral Luperci, embracing their traditional nature more than many wolves did these days. “Maybe we can dig you a nice den someplace that we can reinforce, so it's still like a real den but less...” she looked at the trees... “...exciting,” she finished the thought with a giggle.

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