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Baahhh so short...Back-dated to the 23rd. Yay floody hurricane threads! Set in late morning, and Darty's in his lupus form. Also, if I got any details wrong as far as weather or any of that goes, let me know and I'll fix it.


Dartmouth's dreams seemed a lot more full of water than usual that morning. And what was even stranger was the fact that he could FEEL it in his dreams. Like a broken slide-show, images of swimming in lakes, ponds, rivers, and even the occasional tub flashed across his mind's eye, causing him to drift about in confusion until the next body of water greeted him. And then, just as he was beginning to feel very thirsty – or the urge to pee; he couldn't quite tell which – he woke to find himself floating in his newly-acquired cave.

With a strangled yelp and a thrashing of his slender limbs, Dart paddled toward the mouth of his den and squeezed out onto dry land. A heavy rainfall greeted the already-soaked canine, and he grumbled under his breath as usual to avoid becoming panicked. It seemed such an odd bout of chaos after fairly decent weather, and he had to wonder if perhaps this was a sign that Mother Nature was not happy with his decision to follow his father's orders.


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[html]Not sure what form Dart's in, so I'm being vague. Mephisto is in optime form here. :3

The storm had been coming for some time, even though it's approach had been silent enough. Mephisto was not overly familiar with such wild storms, though he had been through them before. Coastal towns, cities, settlements, whichever they were they occasionally from themselves under attack from the most untamed beast there was — the weather. And there it was, nearing the height of just one piece of the storm that he found himself out in the elements. Perhaps risking it all, but he found no fear deep in his bones amid blinding rain and sharp wind.

The deafening turn and shake of the overhead trees did little to sway him to steer clear of the forests as he made his way through them towards the mansion. He had been nearing the outskirts of Inferni when the weather had first turned nasty, but had not expected it to be so intense. It had seem slow coming at first, leaving him to dawdle here and there, but when it had decided to unleash fury, it had certainly came about without fanfare. Soaked to the bone, he felt partially weighed down by the accumulating water in his pale coat. There would be no amount of shaking it out of his coat there that could have made him feel lighter.

Distantly, he thought he had heard a whiny from a horse gone astray, but didn't have the resources to investigate it. In this weather, it would not have surprised him if all sorts of animals were running amok, trying to find some way out of the storm. Whether or not they belonged to Inferni, well, he had no way of knowing. The second sound though was much closer, and much more canine; that he could investigate. Clamoring over a fallen wad of branches, he barely recognized what he was coming upon in the downpour. The caverns, the riddled structures that made up many homes belonging to Inferni. And among them, he found someone sprawled along the ground.

There was no hesitation in the way the pale Lykoi stepped towards the fellow, but he extended his hand to help him either up or along. “You okay?” he spoke loudly over the wind, trying to discern if there really was anything wrong. At best, they were both soaking wet and unharmed.

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Decided to jump in on this. Smile Vesper is in Lupus (as always)!

The birds had sensed it first; the entirety of Hollow’s Ruins had turned into a cacophony of flapping and startled crowing as the ravens fluttered from tree to tree, buffeted by the wind. Other animals had begun to seek shelter and scurry about too, from deer to mice and voles to the canines themselves able to sense the impending weather. Electricity in the air caused their fur to bristle, and the sharp smell of the atmosphere told them that a bigger storm than usual was coming. And, of course, the winds and rains had had started, beginning with a heavy drizzle and eventually culminating into this torrential downpour.

Vesper worried for her clanmates, especially those in the mansion. The building was already falling apart, and even the effort of the clan’s carpenter probably wouldn’t be enough. In contrast, the Grimwell Caverns were natural, made of limestone and standing the test of time, sculpted over thousands of years rather than put up by some long-dead humans. She’d huddled in the back of her long cave as the rain crashed down, confident in her safety, even inviting her raven in when he sought to avoid the rains. Nothing could go wrong in the caves, she thought.

“Boy!” came a sharp caw that startled her into consciousness. “Waking up, all water coming!” He pecked her on the head though she woke instantaneously, shaking herself to her feet and staring in horror at the water all around her. Stunned, she looked at the oil lantern floating on its side, at her soaked bow and empty quiver, and at last at the ragged thing that was her stuffed bed underneath her. Nothing looked salvageable, and so with jerking motions she scrambled to the entrance and to the outside, where the rain was louder but she wasn’t leg-deep in water.

The Centurion shook herself—for all the good that did—and looked at the territory before her. The sky was a big mass of ugly clouds, and the rain plastered the grass against the soil. Her blue eyes darted to and fro then found a pair of forms just beyond another one of the den entrances. Swallowing, she began to pad toward them, the soggy raven sitting on her shoulders. “You two all right?” she asked perhaps needlessly, controlling her voice as it wanted to shake.


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Thanks for jumping in guys! Smile And Ku, Darty is in lupus form Smile


At this point, there wasn't room in Dartmouth's muddled head for even a sliver of reason. The panic crept into his throat like an icy snake and threatened to choke away his ragged breaths completely. He barely heard the voice beside him as it tickled his inner ear, and the touch of an unfamiliar hand made Dart whirl around with a snarl on his dark lips. He immediately relaxed, however, when he realized that this canine was not hostile – he did not plan to wash him away with the storm as Mother Nature did. He had actually asked of Dart's well-being.

Dartmouth's jaw hung on a weak hinge, parted slightly as he attempted to form a sentence. It was then that a mottle-pelted she-yote approached them, and his jaw snapped shut with the shock of remembering. The blue eyes that glittered like fresh snow, the slender yet boyish build, the air of stubborn confidence she carried...could this be Vesper?

Her words tugged Dart back to reality and he inhaled deeply, regaining his composure. He straightened his posture enough to avoid looking any more pathetic than he probably already did, and then flicked his tail in mock confidence, mostly in attempt to convince himself into bravery. I've never seen such a storm, he finally said, and the feeblest of smirks crossed his lips. Then he added, I'm fine, but my den's not. And it was true; he couldn't help but wonder how high the water had climbed in his empty hovel by now.


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