[aw] No walls can keep me protected

Alma · 10-03-2012, 06:07 AM

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set for whenever the hurricane is. To be honest, I don't keep track of dates anymore. Feel free to skip to the last 3-4 paragraphs; Alma was lost and is returning home to Inferni.

Alma was not completely oblivious to the coming storm, but she greatly underestimated its strength. Coming from a landlocked area in the plains, she had never heard or experienced anything like a hurricane. She thought it would simply be a matter of finding shelter once it hit - and that, she might be able to delay until she had finished her task, which wouldn't take long or so she thought.

The orange coyote had set out to find stones that could be made into arrowheads, axeheads and other necessary components for weaponry. She took her time choosing the right stones, eventually traveling out of Inferni's borders and scampering all over drifter bay. She told herself she wasn't really going that far - she didn't think she was, when she considered all the traveling in her lifetime, both before and after she had joined Inferni.

It was perhaps not her sense of distance that was the problem, but rather, her sense of time and her fascination with mundane part of nature that led to her to focus on something as simple as stone-gathering for several hours. When evening approached, she was still in Drifter Bay - further inland, past the fading sunflowers and closer to the Halcyon mountains. The wind had tousled her fur when she sat out, gentle enough that she had not paid it any mind, and now it was blowing so violently it seemed as if it would rip it from her skin. It had been raining when she had left, and so it was now - but heavier. It was harder to see. She found it difficult to make out what lied in front of her nose. For a short time, Alma relied on her paws to feel about, but quickly became disenchanted with the idea and decided it was time to go home.

The rocks she had gathered were tied in a bundle made of deerskin, with sinew string tied around the top to keep its contents from spilling out. The coyote shifted into Seculi form for stability, since she had difficultly staying upright in her Optime form, moving against the wind. The bundle was carried in her mouth.

The air was so thick with rain that she could not see where she was going, and the water and wind dampened her sense of smell. Dark clouds had been gathering overhead all day, blocking the sun and the shadows it made - she would not tell if it was early morning, mid-day or evening. She truly was unaware of how little time she had left; the sky darkened with the fall of the sun, making her task much more difficult. What should have been an easy return trip to her clan's territory turned in a winding, roundabout journey in the wastes.

It was by chance that she finally reached her home - Alma walked head first into a skull-decorated pole, nearly dropping her bundle in the process. She paused only to readjust her jaw's grip, then carried onward, headless of what lied ahead of her.

Which was, unfortunately, the quickly flooding Riparian moors. Her paws sank into the mud with each step she took, making her balance all the more precarious. By now she was more than aware that she'd underestimated the strength of the storm and needed to get out quickly - and yet, she was afraid moving too fast might cause her to trip and lose the rocks she had gone to such trouble to gather. Stubbornly, Alma was determined to come out of the ordeal with her prize intact. Somehow, having to go through all that trouble to get home made the dull, lusterless stones much more valuable to her.

Vesper · 10-04-2012, 12:00 PM

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Raze gives no craps about dates either. xD

Vesper blinked water out of her eyes, shaking her head in frustration. She was glad for her small Lupus frame, one that might’ve been slender but at least kept her close to the ground. The very slightly taller collie beside her stumbled slightly with a breeze, his soaked black fur pressing against her, but she only nudged him back onto his feet and continued to stalk around the edges of the moorland with the dog hybrid in tow. She could sense his displeasure, but he was keeping his mouth shut rather than complaining, again showing that he was more mature than he seemed.

She felt like they needed to do this, though. The whole of Inferni couldn’t just hole themselves up in their decrepit mansions and caves; they needed a few members to hunt and to search for those lost and injured, to make sure the whole of the territory wasn’t destroyed. Even outsiders could pose a problem, as Ves had found when she welcomed the Anatheman coyote into the territory, though Pride hadn’t caused issues and was sheltered in the cave now for all Ves knew.

The Centurion glanced at her companion. “If we’re lucky, we’ll find a deer or something at the edge of the moorland, maybe stuck in the mud and easy to haul back out.”

“And if we get stuck?” Asher replied, his voice devoid of its usual floatiness and mirth but not overtly sarcastic, either. Vesper didn’t answer.

Her attention was taken suddenly by a large form crossing the wet moors, one that stood out for its bright ginger fur. She stared in surprise then yapped for Asher to follow her, making use of their lighter forms to run across the mud, keeping as much as they could to any area that wasn’t completely saturated. The gunk sucked at their paws, and the coydog stumbled a few times while Vesper fought desperately for balance.

“Alma, what are you doing?” she growled at the Armorum, coming to a halt near her. Asher skidded to a stop as well, overbalanced, and fell in the mud.

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