Alive at Dawn
01-27-2016, 10:14 PM
Jakart remained motionless beneath the calmer waters of the flooded territory. He had dreamed just as dawn broke over the water. Dreamed that he was with his mother and had spoken of his life since her loss two years ago. It had been but a moment since he had closed his eyes and but another to let his mind drift as he conversed with Tahlia. The lack of air brought him back, being nudged further to rouse himself from drifting beneath the waves, sent into a gentle tumble as his back made contact with the floor of the temporary river. Already he felt strength returning to his limbs even as the cold water made a shiver jolt his body, paws pushing off of the bottom as he was sent towards the surface.
With a spray of water Jakart's muzzle broke through the surface, immediately inhaling a great lungful of air. The disorientation stopped quickly as he paddled his paws to try and get to shore. It was close, trees moving by his blurred vision quickly as he gave several blinks of his mismatched eyes. A shiver shook his body again as he felt the tugging current try and drag him back down. Determination immediately set in. With each motion of his right shoulder the ragged wound stung. He wasn't going to die because he was cold or tired to get out of the water. He'd sleep on shore. That was the prize as he bullied his way to land. As soon as his paws met the submerged surface of the shoreline Jakart let out a furious snarl. So close, the tug of the water caressing his flanks like a nuzzling lover and threatened to bring him back. With a final burst of his remaining strength the grey male dragged himself free of the floodwater, scarred and bleeding forelimbs not even tucked beneath his body as he flopped upon the damp soil. The entire frame of the male surged with a drawn out sigh as he closed his eyes, each shallow breath barely raising his sides as his thoughts turned to sleep. He wished he could return to his mother, maybe if he kept his eyes closed for a few more moments the familiar female would appear.
With a spray of water Jakart's muzzle broke through the surface, immediately inhaling a great lungful of air. The disorientation stopped quickly as he paddled his paws to try and get to shore. It was close, trees moving by his blurred vision quickly as he gave several blinks of his mismatched eyes. A shiver shook his body again as he felt the tugging current try and drag him back down. Determination immediately set in. With each motion of his right shoulder the ragged wound stung. He wasn't going to die because he was cold or tired to get out of the water. He'd sleep on shore. That was the prize as he bullied his way to land. As soon as his paws met the submerged surface of the shoreline Jakart let out a furious snarl. So close, the tug of the water caressing his flanks like a nuzzling lover and threatened to bring him back. With a final burst of his remaining strength the grey male dragged himself free of the floodwater, scarred and bleeding forelimbs not even tucked beneath his body as he flopped upon the damp soil. The entire frame of the male surged with a drawn out sigh as he closed his eyes, each shallow breath barely raising his sides as his thoughts turned to sleep. He wished he could return to his mother, maybe if he kept his eyes closed for a few more moments the familiar female would appear.
01-27-2016, 11:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-27-2016, 11:41 PM by Callisto.)
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01-28-2016, 01:08 AM
The veil that had been draped over his senses had dulled the pain and worry of the grey wolf. Eyes flickered behind closed lids as Jakart let out a wheezing breath as he remembered the moment just before he had found himself in the water. Callisto's scruff was held in his jaws, a familiar hold lacking any passion as he brought her out of the surging water. Maybe he would've nipped her flank for her to get a move on and away from the tide but he didn't recall. Jak's mismatched gaze remembered the brown swirling water, feeling himself being batter at all sides before something hard had struck his face.
He had lost all his breath with the pained cry as he kicked and clawed to the surface. The split skin stung his eyes with blood and it was in the next moment he was taken under again by the current. Raging and tumbling he fought to push off the bottom, side smashing into a submerged something, something pointed and painful. It was only then that the tide seemed to not be so forceful, so rough as it carried along it's victim throughout the night. Then there was the momentary dream. His mother. Jakart had seen her. Touched her. Tahlia. The way she nuzzled and loved him until it was time to stop telling her of the happenings in his life and awake. And now he was on the shore. Battered and bruised, but alive. A heavy sleep claimed him as the sun started to peak up into the morning sky to dry the male's muddied pelt. Jakart's body began to shiver as the cold left his limbs, eyes still closed and mind wanting to remember good things. Callisto... she had to be safely out of the territory now. Maybe she would go tell Lior what happened. His family desired to know what had become of him, that his final selfless act in life was one of good. The approaching pawsteps didn't rouse Jakart as the unknown approached.
An ear flicked at the familiar word, his name, it's speaker. Callisto had come to find him. That was nice of her. Jakart felt his face protest as the healer lifted his muzzle. "Ow." The word echoed in his head, barely mumbling in pain. With a sigh Jakart eased onto his left side and brought his paws against his chest. With a slow blink he opened his left eye to stare at down Callisto. "I'm glad you're ok..." Jakart sincerely whispered, right eye stinging with each blink. Oh... the wounds when he saw Tahlia... how was Callisto going to react to the sight of him? Apart from sore and torn in a few places his limbs still worked. A shallow lick was given against her cheek. An understatement, but he was beyond happy that she was ok and here with him.
He had lost all his breath with the pained cry as he kicked and clawed to the surface. The split skin stung his eyes with blood and it was in the next moment he was taken under again by the current. Raging and tumbling he fought to push off the bottom, side smashing into a submerged something, something pointed and painful. It was only then that the tide seemed to not be so forceful, so rough as it carried along it's victim throughout the night. Then there was the momentary dream. His mother. Jakart had seen her. Touched her. Tahlia. The way she nuzzled and loved him until it was time to stop telling her of the happenings in his life and awake. And now he was on the shore. Battered and bruised, but alive. A heavy sleep claimed him as the sun started to peak up into the morning sky to dry the male's muddied pelt. Jakart's body began to shiver as the cold left his limbs, eyes still closed and mind wanting to remember good things. Callisto... she had to be safely out of the territory now. Maybe she would go tell Lior what happened. His family desired to know what had become of him, that his final selfless act in life was one of good. The approaching pawsteps didn't rouse Jakart as the unknown approached.
An ear flicked at the familiar word, his name, it's speaker. Callisto had come to find him. That was nice of her. Jakart felt his face protest as the healer lifted his muzzle. "Ow." The word echoed in his head, barely mumbling in pain. With a sigh Jakart eased onto his left side and brought his paws against his chest. With a slow blink he opened his left eye to stare at down Callisto. "I'm glad you're ok..." Jakart sincerely whispered, right eye stinging with each blink. Oh... the wounds when he saw Tahlia... how was Callisto going to react to the sight of him? Apart from sore and torn in a few places his limbs still worked. A shallow lick was given against her cheek. An understatement, but he was beyond happy that she was ok and here with him.
01-28-2016, 07:37 PM
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01-30-2016, 02:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-03-2016, 01:10 AM by Jakart.)
The grey wolf's tail beat against the ground as he stared at his once mate. They had both made it. Her blue eyes stared back into his mismatched gaze, nosing her cheek in comfort as he studied the worry held in the attention she was giving him. It was her first words that causes him to let out a laugh, sides hurting as tears of pain welled up in his eyes. Gods it felt as if his ribs had been rearranged incorrectly. Nothing her nuzzles weren't fixing however as he felt a lick against his cheek while Callisto lay beside him. It was only for a few moments until she finally stood and told him that his wounds needed to be treated and to remain as still as possible.
"I will." Jakart murmured as he watched the healer hurry away. Alone again. He closed his eyes and listened to the tide of the flood behind him. Just how lucky was he? How many others had been killed by the winter runoff? His brothers at the Fjord would be safe, certainly, but what about his sisters? Were they all safe and warm? A little voice interrupted his thoughts with a shiver, gaze searching and staying on Belladonna. The little feline stared at him and he stared back, the uncomfortable silence beneath her gaze only grew more ominous the longer he held off his reply. "I feel like death had me in it's jaws and spat me back out." Jakart finally wheezed as he brought his paws underneath his chin and lay in the rays of the rising sun. He had made it.
"I will." Jakart murmured as he watched the healer hurry away. Alone again. He closed his eyes and listened to the tide of the flood behind him. Just how lucky was he? How many others had been killed by the winter runoff? His brothers at the Fjord would be safe, certainly, but what about his sisters? Were they all safe and warm? A little voice interrupted his thoughts with a shiver, gaze searching and staying on Belladonna. The little feline stared at him and he stared back, the uncomfortable silence beneath her gaze only grew more ominous the longer he held off his reply. "I feel like death had me in it's jaws and spat me back out." Jakart finally wheezed as he brought his paws underneath his chin and lay in the rays of the rising sun. He had made it.
01-30-2016, 10:07 PM
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02-03-2016, 01:17 AM
A heavy exhale left through his nose while he waited for Callisto to return. The healer no doubtedly having her work cut out for her as the floodwaters still churned and washed across the territory and with it any immediately obvious plants that would help with him. Bella made no further motions to help and only stared, silently, her gaze the only thing felt besides the warmth of the sun and his own shivering limbs. Pawsteps yielded Callisto's return as well as her telling of success in her hunt for herbs, the male wordlessly turning onto his uninjured side to help with the application of whatever plants were going on his gashes. Belladonna put pause to that as the feline pointed out patches of moss, Jakart thoughts immediately turned to having his wounds cleaned by floodwater but he relaxed when there was mention of a fresh water pond. Good. That was good, Callisto returning in far less time than gathering herbs.
Jakart visibly tensed, stealing himself for the rough scrubbing that he expected in order to rid his wounds of debris. There was pain on his shoulder as the moss came down, the grey male holding his breath and visibly tensing with each dragging motion and releasing it with a whine once the moss left for another pass. Over and over the healer preformed her craft upon him, rather something he hoped to have never happened to anyone, shoulder tensing in teeth clenching uncomfort. But it wasn't something as rough as it could've been, she was gentle in her care, and as the moss came away and was replaced with a fresh clump he cleared his throat. "How's... how's your neck?" Jakart croaked, feeling horrible from having to grab her by the scruff though the roles would've been reversed at this point if she had made it to where he had drifted through the night. It could've been worse if that had been the case. Jakart for one was glad it had been him as he dutifully lay beneath Callisto's experienced touch.
Jakart visibly tensed, stealing himself for the rough scrubbing that he expected in order to rid his wounds of debris. There was pain on his shoulder as the moss came down, the grey male holding his breath and visibly tensing with each dragging motion and releasing it with a whine once the moss left for another pass. Over and over the healer preformed her craft upon him, rather something he hoped to have never happened to anyone, shoulder tensing in teeth clenching uncomfort. But it wasn't something as rough as it could've been, she was gentle in her care, and as the moss came away and was replaced with a fresh clump he cleared his throat. "How's... how's your neck?" Jakart croaked, feeling horrible from having to grab her by the scruff though the roles would've been reversed at this point if she had made it to where he had drifted through the night. It could've been worse if that had been the case. Jakart for one was glad it had been him as he dutifully lay beneath Callisto's experienced touch.
02-04-2016, 01:48 AM
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02-08-2016, 01:18 AM
As fresh moss dragged across the torn skin of his shoulder Jakart grit his teeth and endured the cleaning of the wound with a bit more of a stoic demeanor despite the lancing pain that shook and tensed his whole body. Callisto informed him that the injury to her scruff wasn't in need of attention right now, which was a fair statement considering the state he himself was now in. Without stopping her work for even a moment he saw the healer turn to address the wound on his muzzle. Each time the moss came up from his neck towards his face a sapphire eye watering up to blur the image of his caretaker.
The marigold petals were placed over his wounds and caused him to shift in discomfort as the constant sources of irritation were left in place. All for the betterment of being healed as Callisto voiced her satisfaction of the medicines application. "That's good," Jakart's sides heaved in a deeply exhaled breath. "I will. Had the best dream while drifting..." He had seen Tahlia. His mother holding and comforting her son in the few moments he had drifted willingly beneath the waters before he awoke and rose to the surface. "Thank you." The grey wolf mumbled. Under the watchful gaze of a friend he lay in the warm rays of the sun, limbs curling inward against his chest as he tried not to disturb the placement of the marigold. A paw was worked underneath a cheek and Jakart finally closed his eyes and surrendered to a warm and comfortable rest.
-Exit Jakart via sleep-
The marigold petals were placed over his wounds and caused him to shift in discomfort as the constant sources of irritation were left in place. All for the betterment of being healed as Callisto voiced her satisfaction of the medicines application. "That's good," Jakart's sides heaved in a deeply exhaled breath. "I will. Had the best dream while drifting..." He had seen Tahlia. His mother holding and comforting her son in the few moments he had drifted willingly beneath the waters before he awoke and rose to the surface. "Thank you." The grey wolf mumbled. Under the watchful gaze of a friend he lay in the warm rays of the sun, limbs curling inward against his chest as he tried not to disturb the placement of the marigold. A paw was worked underneath a cheek and Jakart finally closed his eyes and surrendered to a warm and comfortable rest.
-Exit Jakart via sleep-
02-08-2016, 02:04 AM
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