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Post by chronicler200 on May 20, 2012 11:36:28 GMT -6
Was it common for a wolf to wander this far? He was unfamiliar with the packlands that he had come across. Wandering around in circles, but he had obeyed the invisible lines that were marked by other wolves. But perhaps he had gone a bit far this time. Snow had blanketed the lands as far as he could see, something that he had only seen once before. His home lands were relatively calm without a wintery season. So this snow was all new to him, it was all cold to the touch but his warm pelt kept him warm as well as the addition of his bat wings as he kept them close to his body. He was forced to squint sometimes as he looked through the blinding white snow to look around. So he decided instead of climbing further up, there was a lower chance of finding other packs. Perhaps maybe he could join them, if they let him but for now he was only trying to get some information.
As he climbed down the mountain it began to be clear that it was more inhabited with wolves, there were used dens and perhaps still being used. He paused deciding to take a break on the mountain side his tounge hanging out as he felt himself getting warmer from the long walk. But he was still wary if anyone was to come that had been apart of the lands. He would show that he meant that he was passing through, which was the truth, he wouldn't lie.
"I still have...a long way to go..." He thought to himself but knew he had a lot more energy left in him before he would have to fully rest fort the night. "But I can make it."
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Post by Streak on May 20, 2012 13:09:49 GMT -6
((May I join?))
Streak was resting in a cave. The snow was disterbing her. She could not sleep. It was not wise being in this unknown land, but she had been here for a few days. No one knew she was here. At least, that's what she hoped was true. She saw a black wolf walk past the cave entrance. Streak wondered why this wolf was walking up the mountain. Did he make it up here in one day? It took her almost a week to get where she was. Streak lay, crouched in her cave. This wolf could attack her. Streak was going to greet this wolf, but, he was a stranger. She decided to follow him, although it would be difficult as her black fur would stand out against the snow. She hid behind a lump of snow, watching the wolf and followed his tracks.
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Post by chronicler200 on May 20, 2012 14:15:16 GMT -6
Ooc: Of course you can.
Bic: Wind's greyish flames almost blended in the snow, other than that he was pretty much easy to pick out in it. After a few minutes of rest he began to stand up deciding that he would head down the rest of the mountain. However he had a long journey ahead of himself. However after a few steps he paused thinking he had heard something along his trail. It was hard to say with the whiping wind in his eyes and ears which made it even more difficult. Finally he gave in as he continued his way amongst the rocky hill side, if someone would come, he didn't mean any harm.
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Post by Streak on May 21, 2012 13:32:54 GMT -6
Streak looked closely at the wolf. It seemed he had flames coming from his body. Streak looked, straining her eyes. In fact, she was looking so hard, that she toppled over and gave away her position. Down the mountain she rolled, a bundle of black and yellow. She caught part of her leg on a sharp rock. Some of her blood was left there. Streak was in pain. She hoped this madness would stop. Finally, she hit a rock and came to a stop. Her back was sure to be bruised after this. Streak tried to get up, but her legs wouldn't move. She was paralyzed. The whole of her body was in pain. Streak called out faintly to the wolf for help. She couldn't fight it. Seconds later, Streak was unconscious.
Streak woke up, yet it was not on the mountain. It was up in the clouds. "Where am I?" "You are in the land of dreams." said an eiree voice. Streak felt better. Her leg wasn't bleeding anymore. She pranced around in the clouds. Her vision was suddenly filled with blood. Streak cried out. It was Hell.
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Post by chronicler200 on May 21, 2012 18:45:45 GMT -6
Wind had heard the sudden crash coming from somewhere, it was on his side realising something was going on. His heart thumped within his chest realising that something was falling down the mountain. He quickly made his way after the body wondering what it was. Finally he caught up after struggling through the rocky cliff and finally got down to where the wolf was lying. He looked at her seeing where the blood had gotten all over her fur. But Wind couldn't exactly tell that she was dying, or near close to death. It was hard to say. He knew better than to leave this wolf out here, even if she was dead, he would bring her back up to the mountain.
He sighed deciding to make the decision as he got underneath her as gently as he could, placing her on the back of his back. He staggered a bit not expecting the extra weight, but with his wings balancing it out he managed to get back up. Blood had now covered some of his fur but he ignored it. Once again he began to make his way back up the mountain trying to figure out where the wolf was resting, but it looked like he had a long way to go. "Why always me? The odd moments." He muttered to himself.
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Post by Streak on May 22, 2012 9:53:53 GMT -6
The blood in her vision. It wasn't real, was it? Streak moaned softly. She finally opened her eyes. Her sight was blurry but she could make out where she was. She was on the mountain, moving. But how? Was she hovering? Streak looked in front and saw that same wolf. "Thank you," whispered Streak. She fell back into unconciousness.
Streak recognized where she was. It was the land of dreams. Streak felt happy here even after her previous experience. Jumping in the clouds again, nothing really happened. Then she fell through the clouds. Her happiness vanished. Unable to stop, Streak tried to grab part of the cloud. Her teeth clenched around thin air. She fell, blood streaming behind her. Where was the blood coming from? It was the only thought running past her mind. Streak crashed into the ground. Her body hurt more than ever. How had she survived? Streak stood up. Her legs were in water. She looked more closely. It was blood.
(( I don't know what's with me and blood?))
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Post by chronicler200 on May 22, 2012 16:14:13 GMT -6
"Uh?" Wind asked surprised to see Streak awake. He couldn't think of what to say but he was about to say 'you're welcome' back. But before he could he watched Streak as she fell back to unconsciousness. Sighing he only continued to move to see where her den was. He found it, but it was only a guess. And he decided to speak up again not sure if she heard him. They were still several feet away before he would be able to put Streak down and he could rest, "You're welcome." He finally said as he looked back to see where her den was and continued to head into that direction.
Ooc: I don't know. My only guess was that it was a massive injury. Maybe even broken? (Might be pointing out the obvious)
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Post by Streak on May 23, 2012 0:00:34 GMT -6
Streak woke up. She seemed to be going in and out of the real world and the land of dreams. More like the land of Hell, thought Streak. She tried to move one of her legs. It moved! Streak knew this must be a good thing. One by one, Streak moved her legs. Even her injured one was fine. Streak yapped with joy. She could move again! She tried to get off the wolf who was holding her. Streak didn't want to be a bother any more.
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Post by chronicler200 on May 24, 2012 9:00:54 GMT -6
Wind stiffened as he heard Streak's voice softly and started to slow down. Eventually he stopped as he let her get off his back but was still cautious in case she would fall again. "Are you sure you'll be alright?" He asked showing a concerning tone of voice to Streak as he looked back at her. Her blood got onto his coat but he didn't mind it at all. The snow was the worst part, it was chilly and unforgiving if you lost your life in the frozen tundra.
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Post by Streak on May 24, 2012 9:55:59 GMT -6
"Oh I'll be fine. Thanks for the help." Streak limped away, then looked back. "What's your name? Do you want to come to my temorary den? It's just up here." Streak looked at her leg. It looked bad. She licked the wound and winced. Her blood tasted strange. When she had finished licking, she looked up at her saviour. Streak saw that some of her blood got on his coat. "Sorry about the blood. There's a spring nearby if you want to come."
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Post by chronicler200 on May 27, 2012 19:02:58 GMT -6
"I don't mind the blood, I guess you could say I was used to it from the past." he said knowing that there was a lot of starvation in his past. It had taken a lot of his family members along with other threats that had caused pain. He would eventually clean his fur back once they got to the den. "We could go to the den first if you want? I could clean my fur up there. It just seems too cold to take a bath." Wind said also forgetting that he had not mentioned his name. "Oh my name is Wind by the way." He added.
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Post by Streak on May 28, 2012 12:04:23 GMT -6
Streak started walking uphill towards her temporary den. It wasn't much but it was home. There were a few bones from the times she took down large prey, but that was rarely. Most of the time she feasted on small prey such as rabbits or birds. She was worried that she may be punished severely for hunting the Packs' game. Her den smelled of rotting meat. It was already like that when she had settled in. The smell still overwhelmed her, and she reeled backwards at the smell. She walked in, favouring her front left leg. "Well, this is home." Streak looked at her measly cave. "Not much, but home," muttered Streak. She turned to look at Wind. "Did I introduce myself? I'm Streak." She turned back and settled herself on a patch of moss. It was her favourite spot as it was bouncy. She beckoned Wind to come sit next to her. She liked him enough as this spot was reserved for only ones she liked. "So, how'd you get here?"
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