Ursüs ᚦᛖ᛫ᛖᛏᛖᚱᚾᚨᛚ
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Post by Ursüs ᚦᛖ᛫ᛖᛏᛖᚱᚾᚨᛚ on Oct 3, 2018 18:59:20 GMT -5
Freezing rain pelts the blistering cold lands as a lighting storm sets in. Brutal gusts of wind rocket through the hollows between the hills and mountains, making quick and easy food and a dry warm place things that belong in fair tales. As the storm rages, will @pandora find shelter or a quick death?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2018 19:19:20 GMT -5
The rain fell fast and hard in the area much to Lazarus's luck. His dull amber eyes squint to prevent the water from irritating him and his town ears were flattened against his skull as he pointed his body forwards. His head hung low as the drops land over his ashy back. Maybe this was a sign he wasn't meant to leave his old pack, maybe it was a curse his now probably fuming father set upon him. Lazarus gave a warm huff as his thick legs padded through the freezing snow. He knew he shouldn't be out here very long, he needed shelter before anything else. Much to his dismay however, any fallen logs or brush were frozen over by this point. Grunting in annoyance, he pressed forwards with the mountains on his left shoulder.
A few miles of this weary trudging, Lazarus somehow caught a break. His golden eyes spotted an old, tilted log marked the entrance to an old and battered den. It wasn't even 4 feet deep but it was enough to get out of the elements for a bit. He quickened his slow padding to a hasty trot and jammed himself as tight as he could in the den. Lazarus was still much too big for this dent in the ground and his bushy tail was still exposed, but he would rather lose it to frostbite than die on a journey he just started. For right now, this den was shelter until the storm passed.
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Ursüs ᚦᛖ᛫ᛖᛏᛖᚱᚾᚨᛚ
Jarl
Leave 'em face down, disgraced, beaten and bloody at the bottom of the grave they dug for you.
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Pack: Frost Bite Clan
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Post by Ursüs ᚦᛖ᛫ᛖᛏᛖᚱᚾᚨᛚ on Oct 3, 2018 19:53:46 GMT -5
Ursus watches as the storm sets in, and with a smile he looks up to the sky and reflects fondly on his ravens that he had to leave behind, hoping that they are doing well. With a sigh he carries on, certain that with a careful eye he can find some prey hunkered down some where in these woods. As the storm caries on he comes across a trail of prints, though their origin now questionable with the damages rendered from the beating rain. With ears perked and blue eyes aglow he follows the trail, full of curiosity and hunger.
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Post by Jackie on Oct 3, 2018 21:06:48 GMT -5
Jackie laid upon a fallen tree out away from the others. The sound of the thunder and rain calmed her in an odd fashion. Her broad ears perked at another sound disturbing her peace. Jackie let out a high pitch sound as she stretched and slid off the Icey log. Her paws hit the snow with a thud as she looked around seeing that something had been traveling. Jackie took a wide break around the prints meeting up with them further on, not to far from the wolf but she didn’t know that.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2018 23:59:37 GMT -5
Lazarus's eyes slowly drooped as the the rain, cold as it might be, produced a soothing sound when it thumped on the fallen log. He heaved a heavy sigh and watched as the warm cloud from his nostrils swirled up into the heavens. His mind was so consumed in fear of retaliation from his old pack that he never stopped and thought about the future. What was he going to do now? Where was he going to go? He closed his eyes and let the ideas pour into his mind. Maybe he would live as a dispersal for the rest of his life, hopping from territory to territory alone. Or maybe he would be lucky enough to start his own pack. If he was lucky, he could find a better one than the one he was born into. Lazarus huffed at the thought, how foolish and impossible the chances of that were. No one would take in such a beaten up fighting machine. His thoughts continued to swarm him until a foreign scent wafted into the cramped den. His scarred nose could hardly process what it was or where it was coming from through the bitter cold and mask of rain but he knew something wasn't right. Perhaps it was the previous owner of this den or someone from his previous pack. Lazarus began to shiver more now at the thought. His best bet at the moment was to stay under cover and hope.
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Post by Jackie on Oct 7, 2018 0:08:46 GMT -5
Jackie’s face changed as she caught a breif grey creature moving within the storm. She silently trotted after it curious yet cautious. Her fur bristled slightly as it looked larger then her but not by much. As she gave a air a quick taste it appeared to be a male wolf. Jackie decided to chance on that guess as she watched it enter a small den like area. Her ears lifted as she could see it. Jackie slowly sat down then lowered herself into the snow waiting for the creature to appear once again into view.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2018 0:05:40 GMT -5
Lazarus found himself growing colder despite his best efforts to curl himself up in the tiny den. He knew he needed to make a decision soon and took his time to weigh out the pros and cons. If he stayed, he would be out of the elements but freeze in place. If he continued to walk, he could warm up a little from the movement but he could encounter something dangerous. He gave a small grumble and slowly slid himself out of the hole, being careful not to disrupt the leaning log in case it fell on him. He slowly lifted himself onto his paws and gave a thorough shake, dislodging much of the frozen ice from his pelt. He gave a warm huff and set back out, following his old prints back out to the trail. He lay his head low and tried to stay towards the shadow in a feeble attempt to blend in and set off in a quiet trot in search of a more suitable shelter to stay the night in.
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Post by Jackie on Oct 8, 2018 2:30:01 GMT -5
Jackie curiously watched the male leave as she slowly followed
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