Random Mini-Event:Slip and slide

Several days worth of rain have fallen in the span of just a few hours, leaving the slopes of the Polar Sound slippery and treacherous. The ground is coated in thick, churned up mud and your paws can barely gain traction as you try to descend. The rocks that litter the ground are just as wet and slippery, with loose gravel threatening to give way underfoot with each step. Be careful, as one slip could send you tumbling all the way down!

Skill Claim Form

If you complete this thread with at least 3 rounds each, you can claim 15 navigation skill points for participating in this random event. Only the first three participants are allowed to respond. Each player can only join one random event per season. Please be aware that the following event has a hard deadline of 25th of November.

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[b]Skill[/b]: Navigation
[b]Points claiming[/b]: 15
[b]For what?[/b]: Participated in a random mini-event: Slip and slide
[b]Proof[/b]: <a href="!!!LINK!!!!">click!</a>

[*code]+15 - <a href="!!!!LINK!!!!">Participated in a random mini-event: Slip and slide</a><br>[*/code]

Body ached from playful, yet serious clash of teeth and claw with his little sister. Yarrabelle had not went easy on him. Something he didn’t mind. The Saxe male felt the moment they grew closer. Their bodies colliding in a blur of brandy and black. Such a dance leading to heavy breaths. Tightened muscles and hearty laughter. A memory he would forever lock into the depths of his mind for future endeavors. It’s what brought him to the North. Terrain here proved quite annoying ‘fore each step taken felt uneven. He nearly slipped when trying to avoid the litter of rocks. Their sharp points threatening to pierce through the softness of pads. Though it proved fatal since ahead of him the ground remained covered in them. Cifa only wished to get to the very top of the cliffs. Perhaps find a place to rest for the time being. Below him, the body of water shifted under the spring’s hard wind. As if calling for him to make a mistake for it to swallow him whole. The Saxe male chuckled darkly at the thought. Pressing on as he jumped over a slightly bigger boulder. "Speaks"

A torrential downpour has turned the dirt of the Polar Sound into a muddy mess. With each step, the muck sucks at the donkey’s legs, attempting to stop his slow forward progress. Grunts and several, colorful curse words fall from his lips as he treks on, attempting to climb the slippery slopes of the Sound so that he may rejoin his herd. The going is sluggish and loose rocks often prick the soft sole of his hooves. Oscar grunts as a flurry of gravel tumbles down from higher up, his long ears fall flat as a few of the annoying rocks smack uncomfortably into his head.

With an annoyed snort, he tilts his head up to shout at whomever is ahead of him, “Oi! Be more careful up there! There are others tryin’ to climb too!” Nostrils flare as he continues to grumble, the rain not only soaking his thick, fluffy coat but damping his mood as well. While he knows that there is a wolf is ahead of him, the ass is way too mad to give a flying fuck if he pisses them off. All Oscar cares about right now, is navigating his way out of this hell hole so that he can back to his family and rest.

One of his back legs buckle as a sharp, pointy rock stabs the tender soul of his hoof and he grunts in pain as he quickly attempts to readjust his footing. Mud covers most of his legs as he extracts one hoof from the mud, the dirt making a strange, sucking sound as it leaves, only to have it reenter the mucky chaos of the ground a few inches ahead of here it was. With a loud, “FUCK YOU RAIN!” the donkey brays his angry at the world as his legs begin to wobble. Climbing through this shit is difficult work and the small ass is quickly getting tired.

FUCK.


"Oscar Monaghan"

Wrecker is not normally the sort to climb this high -- but they'd been curious, and coming this far north had been initially an attempt at gathering themselves and learning more about the world beyond their packlands. However, they had now discovered the land was not at all as hospitable as hoped, and their ears were pinned back in frustration as they knead through the goddamned muck before them.

This shit sucks.

Someone yells fuck you rain and Wrecker raises their voices in approval: "Fuck you, rain!" Their teeth snap in frustration and they huff, trying to lurch forward and almost tumbling into the muck. Damn it all, damn it all, damn it all.

This shit really, really, sucks.

He didn’t take note that others would be beneath him. Their voices traveling to where he wandered above. Drawing attention to drop their gaze onto… a donkey? And, another wolf right around his age. The male he cared little about. It was the donkey which made him quite curious. Things around here seemed to become more and more interesting. A thought he indeed intended to share with his siblings. Chuckling at the arrangement of emotions drifting up t’wards him, Cifarelli shook his head and continued ahead. Avoiding most of the shamble that lay ready to assault him. Had he not been so intrigued with the others he would have surely taken note of the slight incline of the polar peaks themselves. Cifa nearly yelped out when he misplaced a step. His body tumbling just a little ways down from where he once traveled. Landing only inches away from the donkey who currently was trying to get one his hooves out of the mood. The same mood he now lay covered in. "Yes. Fuck. The. Rain." "Speaks"

The trek upward is difficult and Oscar often feels as if he is slipping backwards more than actually making progress up and out of the sound. His sentiment about the rain is agreed to by a wolf behind him and the donkey swivels his head, long eyes turning to catch their voice as he cast his blue eyes toward them. Flashing the stranger a huge grin that reveals all of his flat teeth, the ass calls out, “Try and stick to the areas where I stepped! It is difficult to see but my hooves have flattened the ground for you.” Thick Irish tones offer the stranger a helpful tip and, as he turns his attention back to the area before him, he spies the other wolf that had been ahead of him tumbling down toward him.

He comes to a stop near the small donkey and the ass brays a laugh as the muddy wolf looks up at him, echoing his words about the stupid rain and Oscar nods in agreement. With a grin he says, “Aye. Now come on, back on your paws now, before the muck decides to swallow ya up.” He shifts over toward the male, soft muzzle reaching out toward the downed wolf to gentle nudge at him, trying to offer him assistance in his new endeavor. Once the dark male is once again upright, the donkey turns his head toward where the other wolf is climbing and calls out, “Oi! Ya still alive down there? We’ll wait for ya to get here before movin’ on.”  

Turning to look at his new companion, the ass offers, “We can rest for a few while that one gets here. Might be better if we all tackle the path at the same time.” A flash of flat teeth is given before he shuffles his mud-covered legs, tilting one of his sore back hooves up to take the pressure off it while he awaits the arrival of the second wolf. Blowing a relieved sigh through his lips, he casts his blue gaze at the tall wolf and offers, “Name’s Oscar. What brings you out here on this hellish day?” He is trying to offer the stranger a chance for some conversation… it is up to them if they wish to take it.


"Oscar Monaghan"