Shade
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Post by Shade on May 6, 2015 21:09:15 GMT
Sky Hills
A gorgeous landscape, filled with hills that vary in size. Trees of all kinds dot the scene, and myriads of wild flowers fill the lower valleys. Shadows of clouds cross the ground, and a zephyr is in constant action. This peaceful location is the primary home of The Gray, with some members preferring to occupy the Gray Isle instead. Though tranquil, horrifying lightning storms are apt to strike on very short notice. With rainstorms usually follow precipitation so harsh, it can cause the valleys to flood in mere minutes. If not played correctly, one could fall victim to the deadly force that is Mother Nature.
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Frisk
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Post by Frisk on Aug 17, 2015 1:37:41 GMT
Drip Drip Drip
How inconvenient. How frustrating. How fucking fantastic. Fat rain drops rapidly fall from the dull skies above, causing the black creature’s ears to twitch at each drop that burdened the tringles. After shaking his head multiple times at the ticklish feeling the brute just gave up with a frustrated sigh and laid them flat against his skull to relieve his ears of such an awful nuisance. Thick paws along with a heavy body sank faintly into the muddy landscape that was once a beautiful valley mere minutes ago. Why did he even want to come here? What drove him to this insanity? Yes, insanity, Frisk considers this complete and udder insanity, but he wanted to know if the stories his father told him, along with his few siblings, were true. So far, the rumors about this lands nasty weather proved correct. There also seemed to be a faint smell of unknown wolves lingering upon the territory, but that could just be his mind playing tricks on him, it seems to be doing that more often than he’d like lately.
Frisk always knew he’d eventually be driven into insanity. It’s been a well-known fact for quite a while now, ever since the voices started when he was two. Actually, he should say ever since they’ve become distinguishable. Even as a pup, Frisk always heard muffled whispers in the back of his head, those whispers always had frightened him. He remembers asking his dad about the whispers, as he had called them, he also remembers his dad telling him they were nothing but a figment of his imagination. So, with little reassurance, Frisk had tried to ignore them, brushing them off as foolishness of his mind, nothing more, nothing less. Over the course of his life they grew louder, more unbearable, more demanding. One in particular being more assertive than the others, he always commanded death, murder, and betrayal. Frisk always forced himself to ignore him nevertheless he’s caught himself numerous times discussing with the voice as if it was a good friend even if the conversations always drifted to that of psychopathic. Honestly, it didn’t matter to him, not anymore at least, he’s grown accustomed to that voice, finding his reality lonely and dull whenever the vocals fall into silence. Maybe that’s the real reason he decided to go on this adventure all of a sudden, those voices have been noiseless for the past couple of days.
BANG, CRACK
“Shit! feet shuffled backwards in a rush as a large branch, no, log came crashing to the ground with a loud wet smack into the mud right in front of him. Orbs the color of crimson stared at the semi- smoking and burnt log, then eyes quickly turned up to look at the tree above, he noticed the now large bare spot that smoked like the log sitting only a foot in front of him. It quickly dawned on him then that that banging noise was lightening striking the helpless tree, you wouldn’t think it’d take that long for him to realize that. In his defense he was deep in thought. Anyway, it’s rather unsettling that the lightening was that close to him. Carefully yet swiftly, the male jogged around the now grounded branch with a huff. Maybe he should take cover until the storm passes, it’d have to be on high ground unless he wants to fall victim to the slowly forming rushing rivers over the valley’s land. With newly founded motivation, Frisk took off at a dead run. Paws slapping the ground in hurried steps while claws gripped the ground in desperate need to keep the large form balanced on the slick flooring.
With another bang and flash of light, the canine jumped sideways to avoid the assault of lightening that came way to close for comfort. With a growl in hatred for Mother Nature, Frisk pushed himself harder, faster only to abruptly stop moments later at the edge of some rushing water. Barking in anger at his misfortune, Frisk stared at the water, debating rather or not he could make it to the other side, it didn’t seem too deep, actually he was pretty sure it’d only come up to his shoulder. It’s more of the face that it’s rushing and Frisk absolutely hates water of any kind, but mostly the water you have to swim in. Auricles twitch at the sound of the loud thunder booming above his head then a sudden flash of light had him jumping recklessly into the water. He regarded it as soon as the tips on his paws touched the surface. He quickly learned that he misjudged the waters height. Instead of it being shoulder height like it was supposed to be, it actually settled rather uncomfortably at chin altitude. Not to mention, it’s more than rushing water, it’s rapid. With adrenaline roaring through his veins, Frisk push off the little amount of ground his back legs could find and powered through the liquid. It didn’t come without great difficulty though, he was shoved under a couple times by the heavy current not to mention it took him probably a good thirty feet away from where he first started only a minute or two ago. With most of his strength drained, the black pelted animal gave one more push towards the edge before gripping the muddy ground with long claws. With some struggling to not slide back into the water, Frisk heaved himself out of the water and dropped heavily onto the ground.
Panting profoundly in his exhaust the male laid in a heap on the ground while red orbs slipped shut in a effort to gain some motivation. A minute of rest turned to five minutes and that quickly turned to twenty minutes. Rain continued to pelt the land desperately, creating the river behind him to rise higher and lap at his back legs, beckoning him to join it in its watery grave. Orbs flashed back open at the waters feel and with a groan the beast lifted and balanced himself on his four feet before sluggishly moving away from the water’s edge. His whole body felt like lead, it irritated the beast that something as swimming wore him out, even if it was in such awful conditions. A growl of anger towards himself ripped from his throat and eyes glowed with founded frustration. His mind even raced with quick insults directed at himself, shaking his whole body to hopefully rid himself of the weighed down feeling, Frisk pushed himself to move faster.
After what seemed like days, but was more like an hour, the black male finally made it to higher ground and he was even able to find a spot with a rock overhang that he could shelter under. With a sigh of relief, Frisk rested his weary body as eyes watched with boredom at the falling rain and flash of light. It became clear rather quickly that this is very unforgiving terrain, he heavily doubted anything could live out here, so with that final thought. Frisk stood himself back up and moved out from under his shelter and stared at the flooded landscape. He licked his teeth, then jerked his head up towards the sky to let a loud, long, deep howl rip from his lungs. The last of his voice intermingling with the thunders annoying boom of sound, making Frisk scowl as he lowered his head. Backing himself up to once again stand under the overhang, Frisk quickly shook off his wet fur so he could hopefully dry faster. Flopping to the ground with as much gracefulness as a fish out of water, Frisk rested his head on top of his front paws, but he didn’t dare close his eyes, he didn’t dare ignore his surroundings, in case someone or something heard him. He didn’t want to chance any kind of surprise attack. He hated surprises.
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Rhiannon
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Sept 29, 2015 7:28:22 GMT
Post by Rhiannon on Sept 29, 2015 7:28:22 GMT
A russet brown shewolf could be seen moving between the trees and shrubs of one of the many hills. Tanali was in the midst of a hunt or rather a chance now that the hare had heard her step on a broken branch. Stopping in her tracks and sighing as the hare dove into its burrow, nothing would get it out and after running all the way here she didn't have much energy to extort or the motive to dig the hare out. Turning around to head back to her home that was the Grey Isle an unknown scent carried by the winds of an oncoming storm reached her nose.What was an outsider doing on pack lands?
No other pack was given permission to hunt or even be here. A growl rumbled through her chest and out of her jaws, she would have no choice but to investigate the strange scent having no time to run and get the pack not with the approaching storm. Eyes glanced up towards the sky as thunder was carried out by the hills followed by a sigh from the wolf, storms here were unpredictable it could either pass right over or hit the hill with a terrible force of nature. Water dripped down from the sky hitting her on the muzzle causing her to blink and lower her head, she better hurry and track the scent before the rains destroyed any evidence of the trespasser. With a look back to the way she had came and an annoyed sigh the wolf turned her attention to the task and hand and started tracking the scent.
Ears pricked towards the sky as the sound of rain picked up going from a few drops to a steady drizzle and soon a downpour. Another growl out of annoyance rumbled out of her jaw, she hadn't been lucky enough to miss out on the storm. Eyes looking back she tilted her head at the sound of the storm with all this rain the water would rise and rush through the valley so she needed to get to higher grounds and fast if she wanted to survive the night. Paws pounded the earth as she picked up speed now determined to get out of the low lands the sound of squishy mud could be heard as the rain softened the earth bellow her paws.
The cracking sound of lightning could be heard after each boom of the thunder causing the shewolf to pick up her pace. Wolves being struck by lightning and killed were commonly talked about amongst the pack and she had been warned about the rushing waters before she was old enough to hunt on her own. So why was she out here in one of the deadlier storms tracking a wolf that may not even still be here? The thought of running out here for no reason caused her to pause and look around testing the air, the scent was becoming weak with the rain and would soon dissappear. And because the pack had not traveled here in so long their scents were already too faded to try and track back to home. Though even if she followed a scent there was no way she could cross the low lands without being drowned, so with a soft whine and a shake of the pelt the shewolf continued on.
Rushing water could be heard coming from in front of Tanali causing her to slow down and cautiously approach the stream. It looked small about chin height to her smaller frame but what caused her to stop from crossing was the fact it was rushing. Looking around the wolf spotted a tree that had been struck down by the lightning, the burning of wood still in the air. Approaching the tree she tested it's strength by pushing herself against it, it budged but only barely meaning it was safe enough to be used to get across. Having jumped up onto the tree and kinda crawling as it was slick from the rain, Tanali was almost to a little island that resided at the halfway point when the sound of lightning hitting the earth rang out.
Turning her head towards the sound her eyes widened with true fear as the sound of wood splitting in two could be heard. Tanali watched as the tree she was standing on started to catch flame and split pieces falling into the rushing water below. Picking up the pace she tried to get across before the entire tree went down taking her with it but as the tree continued to break apart she took a leap of faith by jumping towards the island. But what she thought was an island was actually a pile of branches held together but not by much and the added weight of the wet wolf was enough to break them up sending her into the water. Having misjudged the ammount the river had risen Tanali had to hold her head up to keep from going under. Paws pushed against any hold she could feel to try and propel herself to the other side, her body being pushed by the water into a tree that had been split in two.
Paws gripped onto the wood as the shewolf pulled herself up and out of the water, body collapsing on the opposite shore as she tried to catch her breathe. Standing up she winced feeling the sting of a wound on her shoulder watching as fresh blood poured out. Shaking some of the rain off of her fur she continued on now trying to look for dry shelter to wait out thr storm. Tanali paused as the unfamiliar scent reached her again it was a bit stronger meaning that the wolf was just here. Sighing with newfound strength she followed the scent to an out hanging, lowering her head the shewolf approached with caution letting out a growl of warning as she approached the opening wincing as her wound continued to sting and bleed," Who are you? " She asked a bit out of breath but still held her posture.
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