Gotta get the hell out of here
Seasonal Skill Prompt
09-12-2019, 03:32 PM
The skies were alight with fire and plumes of smoke extended past the distance Cannival could see. She was reminded of that day in the thicket when the wildfire ravaged the land, except now it was in the sky and in the air and to Cannival it seemed to be virtually inescapable. She lay upon a thick branch on a tall weeping tree, staring out to the east towards mother nature's destruction as well as where she knew Abaven's lands lay. The lioness had found herself more of a wanderer then she had initially hoped to be. First living in Abaven amongst their thicket, and then Risen's towering castle. Now she was to live with and travel with the vikings of Hjarrandi. There were many decisions to be made in the future though the first the band needed to decide upon was where they should go next. Surely they'd raid whatever packs they came across - and it did not bother Cannival as much as she expected - but they'd need to ensure they stayed far enough from the volcano to breath clean air and avoid fire and ash and lava. She thought on Abaven and wondered how they might be doing. A large part of her wanted to abandon her promise and head for them that second. To find Motif and make sure she was safe and unafraid. The little pup would be about a year old now, growing near to her full adult height and not so easy to carry upon Cannival's back any longer. But she had a feeling the young wolf would be scared, remembering her experience with the fire and losing the treasured thicket she grew up with. The lioness carefully observed the distant eruption, golden eyes focused hard upon the trajectories of the balls of fire and flinching inwardly for each one that came close to Abaven's side of the world. The event had only just started and already ash was blocking out the sky and the heat was becoming smoldering. She looked quickly towards where Valkyrie had her gathered vikings, waiting anxiously for a decision to be made on their temporary members behalf. Surely they would be smart enough to leave west and to do it now, for already the fire was catching upon the trees. Stress began to build in the lioness' chest and she rumbled out a low growl at mother nature herself. Twice in her life she'd seen fire and this time was even more terrifying then the last. She wanted desperately to find Motif, but was beginning to believe that she wouldn't be in the thicket even if she left right now. Shaye was smart, Abaven would be moved. Though where to she couldn't think of. North would be closer even to the volcano, there wasn't far to go south. To go west far enough away from the fire would be dangerous and a long journey filled with fire and flames. The only safe direction was east, towards the ocean. For Hjarrandi the choice was easier. They didn't need to go north or east, they could move westward or even south into the continent of Auster where Risen lived. The vikings were nomadic and likely would have no issue moving, though with all the goods they'd acquired in the festival it would likely be a very difficult trip. She wondered where they might go, to the far west coast to reside in the deserts? The sand river, travelers lake, palmetto wash. Each territory was barren and dry and while familiar for Cannival she doubted the wolves would approve. There was also north, towards the snow. There was the frozen field and the devil's spout, the lake kennocha. However that would come with it's own struggles too, as the vikings were raiders and mercenaries. There were not many packs to fight and drag resources out of in the north and they'd be separated from the world that they wished to pillage. Lastly they could go south to Auster. The continent was mainly empty of wolves having only been claimed by Risen's Abraxas bloodline. There were beautiful places to reside like manatee bay or the grapevine cathetral. Places that would be clear of ash and smoke and fire, and that was Cannival's main hope. The vikings were still lost in discussion and Cannival got to her feet, hopping off the branch to move further away from the woods. Valkyrie would call for sure when she was ready for the temporary members to meet them, and Cannival did not intend on being roasted cat before they were ready to pack up and move. She fled further from the fire to find an area less wooded where there would be less trees to light. Her oversize paws tapped anxiously in the ground, rounded ears swiveling over the sound of roaring fires to listen for the Viking's call. Word Count: 815 "Speech" "Thinking" "You." |
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