FLOODING

*Gwenaël* · (This post was last modified: 05-27-2016, 12:16 PM by Gwenaël.)

When he heard Irie make contact with the ground, albeit a bit hard, he let out a loud breath that he had been holding. He didn't care much about being stuck himself, as long as the dame was okay. Another female came into the equation, and he gave her a grateful look for assisting his friend. But when the sound of rushing water became stronger, he looked over his shoulders and truly felt fear. Gwenaël wasn't one to really feel afraid, but at the moment his life was on the line. He scrambled quickly, trying to reach the bank. He hardly heard Miss Irie's words above the rushing water heading right for him. His ears strained forward, picking up just the tail end of her speech. Surely, and then run. Taking a deep breath, the large male fought to calm his racing heart. He spread his toes and dug his claws into the mud, taking slow and steady steps. He pushed down with his paw pads down firmly, making sure his limb was steady before taking another step. He was taking too long though, the water was nearly upon him. Unable to keep calm, he scrambled to take the last few steps on to solid land. He was too late though, the rapid flowing water hit his backside. Letting out a loud cry, Gwenaël fought to keep himself steady as the water pushed against him. His claws started to slip in the mud, and with one final cry he got swept away. The giant was thankful for his size, he was able to push against the bed of the river and keep his head above water. For now. Another gush of water slammed against the back of his head, twisting him underwater. He flailed about feebly, his left shoulder slamming against a tree trunk. He made the mistake of letting out a cry of pain, water pushing its way into his lungs. He choked, panic flooding his system. With a final flailing motion, he was able to find enough footing to push himself upwards.

Gwenaël broke the surface of the water, trying to draw air into his water logged lungs. Choking, he kicked hard and tried to fight against the flow of the water. His limbs were growing weary, and he knew that he had little time before he would tire. He had no idea where he was, or how far down he had been pushed down stream. Thinking of Irie and the other dame on the shore, he found the strength to give one final kick. It was just enough to put him near the bank, close enough for him to grasp upon an exposed root of a tree. He was too weary to drag his massive body on land, and instead endured the bashing of water against his left side. His already injured shoulder was receiving a good beating, but his jaws locked firmly on the root. He prayed to Ivet to give him strength to hold on, and for Givi to not come for his soul on this day. He was unsure how much longer he could keep himself this way, and hoped that the two ladies would reach him in time.

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