A Storm is Brewing
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OOC here.

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The weather was awful. Amy didn't think she could take anymore of it. It was damp, and windy, and dark before it's time. Gathering everything up she carefully steered the wagon through, holding tightly onto the horse's head. She pushed through the broken cars, taking care to step around what was there. Occasionally a tremor ran through it's body, Amy murmuring softly. She'd have to take cover until whatever was brewing settled down. It was a good thing she managed to trade for some hay. It wouldn't do for her horse to collapse in that period. She needed it to pull the wagon.


Grabbing a hatchet from the back she began hacking at what she knew was an entrance to an underground area. It said 'Parking Below' in front of the building, and taking it to heart Amy found that spot and attacked it. As soon as it was clear enough Amy lead the wagon in, eyes searching the area. The cars here were mostly intact, if rusty, and there were few of them. It held an echo, and was damp underneath there. Not very comfortable, but she could make do. Grabbing some pelts Amy headed more towards the center away from the chill to lay out a place to relax.


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Aura gazed around looking desperately for a way to escape from the implacable storm. The wind blew hardly against the old buildings threatening to make the enormous structures crumble down over them. The sisters fought with their frightened mounts leading them through the abandoned streets. The gentle beasts whinnied and snored fighting against their ties trying to escape to the safety of the forest, but their owners knew better, if they were to hide in the woods the water could trap them or a tree might fall over their the wagon, so that option was totally off the list.

Soon they came along an acceptable looking shelter that could offer them enough protection until the hurricane dissipated. Caedis was able to read a sign at the entrance that said “parking below”, whatever that meant, a place underground was their best choice, and for their luck the entrance have been ripped open by someone before them.

The traders hurried their horses in, following after them and getting sure that their wagon was intact and safe. Aura closed her eyes for a moment giving a soft sight of relief. “Finally”. After saying this she noticed something to worry about, they were not alone. The scent of another canine and the shape of another wagon like her own alerted the dark female of the presence of a stranger. “Who is there?” She barked into the invisible intruder direction as her blood-red eyes scanned the dark space slowly getting used to the darkness. The hybrid noticed the harsh tone of her voice, she forced herself to calm down before adding with a softer tone. “We mean no harm to you. We only want to shelter from the storm…”


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OOC here.

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Her hackles raised, realizing that someone else had entered into her place. The slave poked her head out shyly, a sharp word from Amy sending Adara back into the wagon. She wasn't very useful, though she kept Lucias entertained and out of danger when Amy had to deal with the messier segments of her business. Lucias was currently in her sling, her head poking out and sniffing in the direction of the strangers. Amy grabbed a bow quickly, selecting an arrow and stringing it. If any of them proved a threat she'd take them down.


It was a sparse few seconds before she had the strangers located and her bow trained on the black one, the more dominant of the pair. Her senses didn't forget about the second though, seeing them as equal threats, though taking down the black one looked like it would be more difficult. Shaking her head Amy growled. Good. It would be a shame to have to stay down here with the stench of rotting flesh. If they tried to attack her Amy would kill them without hesitation. My name's Sunders. As long as you keep your distance I'll let you leave when the storm parts.


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