Another Case Of Bad Luck
01-21-2016, 07:23 PM
Jakart was thankful the plains didn't have much in the way of debris for it would've made escape impossible. He wasn't the least bit worried about himself as he broke away from the floods path and onto a short rise of land. The male briskly turned around without missing a beat and anxiously scanned the water as it continued to closer and closer to where he stood. A nervous step backwards was taken. Could the waves roll over the top of the rise he stood upon and wash him away? "Callisto!" The sudden call ended in a sharp keen of desperate worry. He didn't want to move from here just yet and leave his oncemate behind. Not if there was still a chance she had made it and needed someone to point out higher ground. His heart was hammering in his chest and he felt as if he couldn't breath. She'd gotten out right? He scent had been fresh but she maybe went in a different direction before the water...
"Oh gods." Without a second thought given to his own safety Jakart suddenly found his paws moving forward towards the healer as she called out. He could see her muzzle, her ears, the grey streaks beneath her eyes as he saw her struggling in the dipping waves. Callisto hadn't made it but she was close to the edge of the flow. The water was bringing her right to him. Jakart didn't even recall coming down to the edge of the hill to intercept his friend before she could be lost. Nor his jaws finding her, the taste of her blood as she was grabbed and viciously pulled out with a full turn of his body. Jakart's hind legs were caught almost up to his flanks in the water but the leg opposite the current dug deep against the tide and held. There was a split second to where his paws tensed to bring himself up, mismatched gaze prepared to relax as he would wait out the water and hope for an end to its torrent with Callisto safely with him. But he didn't get the chance. A thick branch belonged to the territories namesake tree was but one of many pieces of debris to be caught in breaking of the dam. Out of the water it struck the male wolf's shoulder, his expression now one of shock as his balance was lost for a split second before he replaced Callisto as the victim. Jakart didn't have a chance to say goodbye, he knew he was going to die as the edge of the flood swallowed him. The wolf's last sight before he was claimed was Callisto safely on the banks of the hill before his world become water, blood, and darkness.
-Exit Jakart-
"Oh gods." Without a second thought given to his own safety Jakart suddenly found his paws moving forward towards the healer as she called out. He could see her muzzle, her ears, the grey streaks beneath her eyes as he saw her struggling in the dipping waves. Callisto hadn't made it but she was close to the edge of the flow. The water was bringing her right to him. Jakart didn't even recall coming down to the edge of the hill to intercept his friend before she could be lost. Nor his jaws finding her, the taste of her blood as she was grabbed and viciously pulled out with a full turn of his body. Jakart's hind legs were caught almost up to his flanks in the water but the leg opposite the current dug deep against the tide and held. There was a split second to where his paws tensed to bring himself up, mismatched gaze prepared to relax as he would wait out the water and hope for an end to its torrent with Callisto safely with him. But he didn't get the chance. A thick branch belonged to the territories namesake tree was but one of many pieces of debris to be caught in breaking of the dam. Out of the water it struck the male wolf's shoulder, his expression now one of shock as his balance was lost for a split second before he replaced Callisto as the victim. Jakart didn't have a chance to say goodbye, he knew he was going to die as the edge of the flood swallowed him. The wolf's last sight before he was claimed was Callisto safely on the banks of the hill before his world become water, blood, and darkness.
-Exit Jakart-