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Post by Lu on Dec 20, 2006 12:15:47 GMT -5
{Posting as Hatti. It shall be a single post, though. Roleplaying two chars at the same plot can be troublesome.}
Gigantic beast managed to make his way through the snowstorm; destination reached. A not-so-tall mountain, peak covered by a dense white layer. He grunted and snorted, fatigued from the short 'trip'. Massive figure of ivory&cerulean hues settled upon a stone, careful not to fall and die for such a stupid mistake.
"Falling from a mountain.", the paranoid monster giggled mischievously, his wings slightly spreading from shoulderblades. The snowstorm didn't seem so strong for him anymore now he was on top. Perhaps because he was way too heavy to be blown away by the wind, and cool weather was his favorite kind. Sadistic thoughts constantly rushed through his mind. Many creatures were to die in that winter night. It was awesome.
Hatti allowed his piercing glance to shift through the rather unknown area. Blinded in one eye and having an ugly scar to remind him of his deformation, he could not see much, yet, he could sense somebody was around. Nostrils of onyx flared at a perfume, which belonged to a temptress he already knew very well. He smirked in the most wicked way possible, licking his lips. He had been playing with her fate since he had appeared in her life, though he didn't exactly have a good reason to do so. It was pure evil, I say.
Eye finally catching her sight, he remained in his spot on the stone, watching as she attempted to hide their spawn and herself into the wooden. Pathetic. They would not make it through the night.
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Post by Idolatry on Dec 21, 2006 16:33:58 GMT -5
Idol trudged on; boa down, and harks pressed flat against his skull, rebuffing the severe windchill which rushed the pair from left to right, then from the front, and everywhich way possible. Wings still pinned tightly to his dorsal, lightly hugging his sides. This vainly helped to keep his body heat inside the vague enclosure, recirculating new body heat as his musculature pumped on, working his way through the alabaster blaze.
He helped Zibah whenever she stumbled, offering a short press of the shoulder whenever she stopped moving, "We have to keep on. No stopping Zi. Who knows how long this will take us." He managed to shout over the piercing volume of the wind's screams.
Continuing on, Rasue's howl might have been missed with the fighting winds, but Idol caught the haunting echo. It was so faint, and seemed almost impossible, like coming from a dream for how long it seemed they had already been out there. It was freezing, and bitter, so losing track of time came easy, and it might have seemed as though they were out much longer than they actually were.
"Did you hear that?" Idol called out to Zibah, though he didn't stop for one second. The howl seemed to have come from ahead. There was a distance between the pair and the cry for help, but Idol knew that they were on the right track, so he pressed forth, attempting to raise his speed with hope that Zibah would follow suit.
Nightfall came quickly, where it seemed that the storm would calm to an unsettling pace. It was much easier to move, and not so harsh, but still highly unlikable. The best part was that sounds seemed to travel farther, and their vision was much better. But the chill of nightfall seemed to hit them the hardest.
Idol continued on, shiverring by now, under his powder-beaten pelt. Icey snow had slapped onto his once magnificent canvas in layers, rendering his form unable to keep it's warmth as well as when they'd first started off. "Zibah, are you alright?" He asked a little softer, through chattering teeth, now that they could hear eachother a little better with the reduced winds.
It seemed like morning took eon's to come, and when it did, Idol was sure glad to even vaguely see the glare of that sun, probably peeking over the mountain's horizon. Though all they saw was a bright, snowy glare, where the sun must have been, for the snowstorm was still in effect, and seemed to pick back up with the coming of a new day.
Gritting his teeth, he pressed on; muscles weak from the overnight battle for even the slightest memory of warmth, and now drained of energy, with no sleep that night, and a freshly empty stomach.
Another howl belted out, and it was close. So close. It was Rasue! Harks pricked, and the name uttered forth without even thinking, "Rasue!" He called out to his daughter, hoping she would hear his call back. Idol quickened his pace, crystaline voids wide, and searching every place she and her whelps might be found. "Ras, where are you?" They had to be right in the area, where she and her pups were, by now.
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Post by Decipher on Dec 21, 2006 19:05:14 GMT -5
Decipher marched along, mitts sinking into the snow, and wind-bitten audits took no heed from the freezing temperatures and screeching winds. Female appeared to have simply faded away into the forest, and had become like a tear in the ocean. Now she changed her approach, and decided she would emerge back into the pack. Only one problem; she had to find them first. After her long and inactive absense, she wondered slightly how or even if they would recognize and welcome her back. Such thoughts were shrugged off, imagination would not help here, only one way was able to determine the outcome, and that was by trying. Audits perched, as she ceased her march, and she attempted to listen for signs of life.
If there had been any, it would have been drowned out by the droning call of the wind. Having heard nothing, she began her seemingly pointless stroll, which soon turned into a sprint. Suddenly, just as she brought her paw down upon the frozen earth, something pierced the flesh on the bottom of her paw, and lodged itself in the already tender pad. A suprised yelp escaped from her jaws, and she halted once more, and sat. Lifting up the injured limb, she saw a frozen and now slightly bloodstained thorn protruding from her mitt. She closed her eyes momentarily, realizing there was nothing she could do about it. Slowly, she limped into an area that was a little more crowded with trees and foliage, hoping maybe it could block some of the bitter chill. She turned in small circles, then lay down in the type of hole she made for herself, grateful for the sense of warmth it offered. Features assumed somewhat of a frown, this was going to be a long night.
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Post by Lu on Dec 21, 2006 20:28:09 GMT -5
Femme struggled to follow her beta's rhythm, teeth gritting as they went deeper and deeper into the menacing forest. She tried to keep her focus on him, as he lead the way, not being as fast and full of vitality as she used to. Idol was at least three years younger than her, so obviously he had the advantage on that, though it wasn't a competition of who's faster or who's stronger. It was about saving Rasue and her beloved spawn.
Ears perked down as the wind blew her effeminate outline, eyes narrowing slightly, careful not to end up closing them completely and bump against some tree. Catching the howl uttered in the distance, she gasped, ceasing her walk for a second as Idol looked back at her to check if she could hear it too. Yes, of course. Though it was a really low one, damaged by the loud whispers of the cold wind. She frowned.
Breathing heavily, Zibah took a few steps forward, ultrapassing the beta male, once he was too distracted trying to find where the sonancy came from, in other words, where his daughter and grandchildren were hiding at. It hurt her to see him that worried. Of course, she felt the same way, but he was in a much higher level of sadness, or at least she thought he did. I mean, it was his family in the danger zone.
Bravery acquired once looking at his expression, bitch's maw tilted heavenwards, lips parting as a howl errupted loudly across the lands. And she stayed that way as longer as possible. Finally ceasing and feeling exhausted, she inhaled and exhaled, her heart beating brutally against her chest. Attention shifted to her packmate as she gave him a suggestive look, thinking he should do the same, so the huntress would know they were on their way and would keep howling until they found out where she was. Perfect plan, it seemed.
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Post by Seamrog on Dec 22, 2006 12:18:10 GMT -5
[Quick reply because I have like.. 20 minutes left online. .-.]
Ivory peltage blended well with the crisp, powder. Flecks of the snow storm digging into her coat and frosting over her thick peltage. Through the darkness of the storm, an eerie glow emitted from vixen's tribal design, shining an electric blue. Devilish horns were seen 'pon tiara, glimmering a neutral hue of grey, tipped with ebony. Mittens pressed into the mush earth as she pushed on into the blizzard, not much caring for her health or what she may come across in this journey. Robust frame was hunched over into what appeared to be a much smaller creature, dark toned flaps resting upon her back with frostbite on the leather edges and claw tips.
Just a moment ahead, a howl of hope. Unfamiliar it was, Seamrog had no 'true' friends and knew only faces, not names of some members of the pack. Her spinalcord cracked on command when given a curvy twist, large daggers digging into the ice cold surface for traction as she retracted boa into her behemoth form. Fae's leg muscles tensed, smirk crossing pinked rims as she dashed off straight ahead to where the call was heard. Wind and snow smashed into her, pushing her back with each swift leap she took. This only encouraged her to make quick, her pace increasing as she fought with the storm to seek out the one in need. She raced on into the night, hoping she wasn't too late.
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Post by Persilla on Dec 28, 2006 10:06:40 GMT -5
Persilla could not emphasize how much her nerves where spasming; fatal thoughts pouring down on any attempt she made to forget about it all. They would be alright. Rasue, and her offspring; Idol and Zibah- they would all be alright. As for the other pack members who hadn’t accessed the den, she could only hope and pray that the weather would take a bit of mercy upon the dear animals of the forest. The delta whimpered as their silhouettes vanished within the veil of alabaster frost. “I will see you soon,” she choked out, contorting her godlike figure to look towards the sleeping Storyline. Who could have blamed the caretaker for snoozing? Persilla desired to doze, but that would not reflect well on her character, nor would her anxiety allow her to rest. It may have seemed like a lighter matter, but this weather was a harsh, unforgiving obstacle that would take persistence and strength to over come. Exactly why Idol and Zibah would make it through the hardships and return with Rasue and the whelps.
Sinewy temptress eyed the limp carcass of the hare at her paws, Idol’s final words ringing through her skull. Incision through its abdomen revealed a gruesome display of intestines. Persilla licked her chops, vivacious coral eyes widened as she clasped her trap around the rabbit’s skull to carry towards Story. Although asleep, Persilla could enjoy the appetizer cuddled next to the sleeping beauty and stay warm. Duchess sighed deeply as she plopped herself down next to the lifeless mass of the caretaker. She found herself, unfortunately, unable to consume the corpse. Per’s stomach was in knots and rejected the sight of flesh, no matter if she was famished or not. And so she’d wait, the rabbit pushed away and her feeble form limp and anxious.
[wow. that REALLY sucked. ...ohwell. :)]
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Post by Idolatry on Dec 29, 2006 16:19:22 GMT -5
Idol's purple-tinged harks pricked to the long howl issued forth from the alphess as he looked to her. And with an understanding of the plan, he adverted his gaze back ahead of them and threw his own dome back, stitch forming to allow escape his own call out into the blizzard. Surely Rasue, or the others that might have been around would hear them and call back??
They were onto something... He'd only just heard Rasue's call, and knew matter-of-factly that it was hers and no one elses. Surely a father would know the sound of his own daughter's voice. Crystaline voids narrowed in vain attempts to see through the churning alabaster flurries, hoping to spot a darker form among the pale atmosphere, the form of another wolf.
Continuing on, he awaited for another howl, and if/when another came, he would stop and throw his head back with another enlongated reply. In his mind he prayed his daughter and his other packmates had the smarts to seek some sort of makeshift shelter, had they not been lucky enough to find a den to take to.
He knew they were close to Rasue, but it was next to impossible to find her and the pups in this mess. His own pigmentations might not have helped in sighting their rescue, but Zibah, dressed in back, would surely be spotted. He paused, looking to Zi, "What do you figure?" He questioned. They were so close, and yet they couldn't see them... They must have taken shelter within something... A hollow stump? A collission of rocks? A gathering of shrubs? They could be anywhere!
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Post by Lu on Dec 30, 2006 7:54:03 GMT -5
Zibah shook her head in negative reply to his question, sensing he was getting tenser and tenser, which made her tense indeed. They needed to calm down, getting desperate would be totally useless at the moment. As they walked a little closer to the location where the huntress' howl was uttered, she gasped, onyx nostrils filling with Rasue's feminine aroma. If they could already catch her scent, that obviously meant they were close to the right spot!
Smiling in delight, she looked back at Idol, her sea blue orbs glinting in emotion. It was a sign for him to inhale deep, this way he'd be able to sense them too. Ebony ears swiveled instinctively as they caught the cry of two juveniles, and the whines of a mother. Voids scanned the distance in attempt to find any signs of their presence, but nothing was seen. They were for sure hiding somewhere.
"Rasue?", she called, climbing a stone carefully, and still looking around frantically. "Rasue, where are you?"
{that sucked. but i'm having a writer block here.}
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Post by Rasue on Dec 30, 2006 11:42:59 GMT -5
The winter was quite difficult to handle. The winter was strong and cold, her pups wouldn't make it for much longer. Rasue's cranial structure lowered to them, as the mother nuzzled them warmly. "Easy, children. My father will be here soon." she told them, trying to comfort the whelp a bit. They whined a lot, in cold.
Rasue was getting worried. She had already gone outside twice, and there was nothing indicating that Idolatry was coming. Not until that time. Once more, the heavenly female decided to go outside, and howl again. It would probably be the last time, since Shane and Skydive would not manage to keep warm after that.
Rasue pushed the pups against each other, in order to make one warm with the heat of he other. Finding some difficulties when trying to leave the gigantic stump, for its entrance was covered with snow, Rasue left the place where they passed the night. The cold winter wind blew on her face, making the fae's extremely beautiful pelt shiver.
The cold wind invaded her onyx nasal cavity, bringing the perfume of Zibah and her father. Her auditors perked up upon cranial structure, as Rasue stepped forward. A long howl left from her deep vocals once more, and this time the couple would certainly figure out where they were.
The oldest daughter of Idolatry ran into the stump once more, listening to the freezing cry of her whelps. "Calm down, kids. They will be here as soon as you think." she said, laying next to them. Shane and Skydive were wrapped by the heavenhound's long caudal appendage. "I'll not leave you anymore." she said, in a soft voice, trying to make both feel safe.
Zibah and Idolatry were her only hope right now. Those kids had to be taken into a den as soon as possible. Otherwise, it would be really difficult for them to survive the winter. That stump was the only shelter in the area. They must have realized that.
Rasue, from inside the stump, called for her father. "Father!" she let escape, in a very loud tone, trying to give them one more clue of where the three were.
[Sorry, I was too lazy to reply earlier xD]
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