Reaper man, reaper man is coming to tear
Kestrel
Modesty
Raid Queen
Master Navigator (306)
Master Intellectual (260)
Fleet-footed
Professor
5 Years
Female
54
NachoMumma
Modesty had been ripped from her sleep by the sound of cracking timber. A quick check of the treehouses let her know it wasn't within the relatively sheltered ravine, its steep slopes providing a natural buffer to the violent winds, but that only heightened her anxiety. If it hadn't been here, then where was it?
The storm bore down upon the ocean with a fury matched only by the wrath of ancient gods. Waves rose like monstrous beasts, their crests crowned with frothy white fury as they crashed against one another in a cacophony of chaos. Lightning lanced across the brooding sky, illuminating the churning waters below with its jagged brilliance. The wind screamed through the air, tearing at trees and whipping the sea into a frenzy. Amidst the tumult, there was a sense of raw power, untamed and unyielding, as if the very elements themselves were engaged in a primal dance of destruction. In the heart of the tempest, there was a beauty too, a wild and untamed allure that beckoned with a siren's call, drawing the fearless and the foolish alike into its perilous embrace.
Perhaps it was that call that had the heavily pregnant leader pacing along the beach, eyes squinting against the onslaught of frigid rain, the weight of it cutting visibility across the passage towards the Hallows, the castle obscured by a heavy haze of grey. As if in answer to the unyielding thunder overhead, the small lives in her belly stretched and kicked. She could hardly discern their fluttering from the butterflies that danced in her belly at each thunderous boom.
Just as she was about to give up, and retreat back to the warmth of her treehouse fireplace and Jael, the first of the flotsam appeared. Lips tight, she lengthened her stride, taking in the planks and ropes, bits of broken timber washing toward the Fjord. Distant baying... Had Kenway been out in this weather? She wouldn't put it past him... And that certainly sounded like his dogs barking further down the beach.
Heart in her throat, Modesty did her best to hurry towards where the cattle dogs barked. Out there, being tossed by the storm stoked waters, floated a wolf, visibility too poor to tell who it was. Memories of her last labour, or almost drowning washed over her as she launched into the frigid water, not yet, there was still a bit of time yet, it wouldn't happen again. She'd be fine, they'd all be fine, as long as whoever was floating out there made it to land before they smashed against the rocks that lined the Fjord.
"speech"
Kestrel
The Modyguard
Advanced Fighter (60)
Intermediate Intellectual (40)
2 Years
Male
30
Seadragoness
Modesty
Raid Queen
Master Navigator (306)
Master Intellectual (260)
Fleet-footed
Professor
5 Years
Female
54
NachoMumma
It seemed her movement was all that was needed to prompt Kenway's girls to do what they were born to do. The waves were brutal, but the winds were easing and as the stranger reached towards her, Modesty paddled to the back of the scrap of timber. She braced her front paws against the board to push from the middle, a cattle dog on each side to nose punch the corners of the makeshift raft for steering. She hadn't even thought to call for help before diving in, she could have had more help than the two small dogs, but as always, they seemed to have energy to spare, the red one snapping at the caps of waves when she wasn't needed for steering.
Finally her paws touched sand and it became easier to push the little raft up onto the sand. The dogs bounded from the water barely pausing to shake before a rare, silent look was shared between them and they were careening towards the Moor. Ah shit, the goats must have been spooked by the storm.
A stitch in her side, cough tearing from her lungs with the icy water that had permeated her coat, she finally got a look at the wolf on the raft. Too large for her to drag him back to land in her state, but alive. She kept a paw on the raft to make sure a wave didn't drag it back to sea while she tried to catch her breath. "Don't tell me I put in all that effort to fish out a corpse," She tried to joke as she poked at the waterlogged wolves shoulder. "If you can stand, we should really get out of this weather..." If he couldn't, well, she was sure she could call for Sakana and Deluge to help her move him.
"speech"
Kestrel
The Modyguard
Advanced Fighter (60)
Intermediate Intellectual (40)
2 Years
Male
30
Seadragoness
Modesty
Raid Queen
Master Navigator (306)
Master Intellectual (260)
Fleet-footed
Professor
5 Years
Female
54
NachoMumma
When the man moved and spoke, she huffed a small laugh, sidling alongside to offer her shoulder for support. "Not far, just to the trees." Not that they could be easily made out in the gloom, but it wasn't far. She was grateful for the recent move, to the ground level den, that Kenway's dogs had expanded the space so there would be room for more bodies if needed.
"There's food, drink, and a fire at the end of it, so do your best, and if you can't make it, I can call for help and we can carry you. You're lucky I was out, I was worried one of the treehouses had fallen." She was prattling, to give him something to help him cling to consciousness. "You've washed up on the borders of Raider's Hollow, we're not normally so welcoming but under the circumstances..." She offered what she hoped was a reassuring grin, but it may have come out closer to a grimace as a cramp rippled down her flank. She breathed through her nose and willed whichever child was trying to reach the stranger at her side to settle. It wasn't time to meet the world yet.
"speech"
Kestrel
The Modyguard
Advanced Fighter (60)
Intermediate Intellectual (40)
2 Years
Male
30
Seadragoness
Modesty
Raid Queen
Master Navigator (306)
Master Intellectual (260)
Fleet-footed
Professor
5 Years
Female
54
NachoMumma
A snicker left her lips at his statement, "We've recently moved here from islands, that was barely a paddle, and there's a little while before this lot will join us." Never mind she had almost drowned with her last litter, he didn't need to know that. "My name is Modesty, I'm the Raid Queen, and my mate Gilgamesh is the Raid King," She wasn't sure Gil would be up for introductions, "he's currently recovering from an injury, and our healers are quite in demand at the moment. We will get you seen to, but I can take care of the basics until they are free." She tipped her head towards the base of the tree where light flickered deeper inside the den. She sent a bark of warning to Jael and Gilgamesh, in case they happened to be up as well.
"The smaller woman is Jael, she's quite handy with injuries too, but first, we should probably get you some water before we hit the heavier stuff," She gave herself another shake before ducking into the den, sighing contentedly at the warmth within.
"speech"
Kestrel
The Modyguard
Advanced Fighter (60)
Intermediate Intellectual (40)
2 Years
Male
30
Seadragoness
Modesty
Raid Queen
Master Navigator (306)
Master Intellectual (260)
Fleet-footed
Professor
5 Years
Female
54
NachoMumma
Modesty shuffled about within the den, gathering up a worn clay bowl and filling it with water, placing it within reach of the man (imagine being surrounded by water and unable to drink what was on offer? Some new sort of hell, she was sure). She pulled out some basic herbs to take the edge off his hurts, bitter willow bark and honey with chamomile, blended into a tea, alongside a bottle of rum that would warm his belly as well. Strips of dried fish and goat joined the spread before she shifted to settle herself at his back, lending her own heat to that of the fire. Shock could kill as quickly as any weapon, and it didn't take a healer to see he was shaking.
She draped her neck across his shoulder, a pointed look to her rabbit sending him out to brave the storm to get one of their healers to check in when they were free. The spikes along the back of his neck dug into her throat, but it wasn't any more uncomfortable than the crystals along Gilgamesh's spine. "Drink, eat, rest. Someone will be along soon," She offered in a surprisingly maternal tone. There would be time to figure out just who he was if he made it through the night.
"speech"
Kestrel
The Modyguard
Advanced Fighter (60)
Intermediate Intellectual (40)
2 Years
Male
30
Seadragoness
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