Another Case Of Bad Luck
01-14-2016, 04:05 PM
So far the trio's escapade to the southern land mass had been uneventful as much as it had been peaceful. Winter was now over and with the warmer weather came a resurgence of plant life he was sure Callisto had wanted to explore and gather while they waited on the eventual clearing of the land bridge. A sigh left Jakart as he stood overlooking the plains that Callisto had left him. Belladonna was gone, even now he could just barely make out the ebon healer moving through the vegetation. Bored, and perhaps a little curious as to what she was looking for specifically Jakart started down the aspen riddled hillside to join his oncemate down in the plains.
As he descended and lost sight of the healer amidst the trees Jakart's ears picked up the sound of a disturbance up ahead. Instantly his pace picked up into a sharp sprint, paws drumming against the earth as he tried to locate Callisto. He licked his lips at the ever growing roar and swallowed with a whine, the earth beneath his paws continued to rumble and the first inkling of fear began to creep into his chest as he stopped and tried to perch upon a dead log.
Instantly he saw what was rushing down towards him, for Callisto if she wasn't already swept up in the deluge of water. On a hunch and subduing the urge to keep clear of the flood Jakart made his way towards where he though, hoped, that the edge of the flood was and the vanished healer. "Callisto!" He screamed out. He was growing desperate at having not seen her or even heard a cry for help. "Callisto!" Jakart broke through a gap in the grass and instantly put on the brakes to his charge. The wall of water before him roared and thunder filled his ears as he broke into a dead sprint to the left. Somehow he hoped he was heading in the right direction to higher ground and finding his oncemate.
As he descended and lost sight of the healer amidst the trees Jakart's ears picked up the sound of a disturbance up ahead. Instantly his pace picked up into a sharp sprint, paws drumming against the earth as he tried to locate Callisto. He licked his lips at the ever growing roar and swallowed with a whine, the earth beneath his paws continued to rumble and the first inkling of fear began to creep into his chest as he stopped and tried to perch upon a dead log.
Instantly he saw what was rushing down towards him, for Callisto if she wasn't already swept up in the deluge of water. On a hunch and subduing the urge to keep clear of the flood Jakart made his way towards where he though, hoped, that the edge of the flood was and the vanished healer. "Callisto!" He screamed out. He was growing desperate at having not seen her or even heard a cry for help. "Callisto!" Jakart broke through a gap in the grass and instantly put on the brakes to his charge. The wall of water before him roared and thunder filled his ears as he broke into a dead sprint to the left. Somehow he hoped he was heading in the right direction to higher ground and finding his oncemate.