I'm screaming out but I can't make a sound
12-17-2018, 09:42 PM
Lydia had journeyed to the island as a challenge to herself more than for any herb hunting. She'd moved delicately on her way to the island to try and minimize her packs contact with the water. She'd get a lay of the land, investigate the plant life and then return. That had been the plan anyway. The gorgeous view of mountains towering up to the sky had lured her on a path toward the top and every tike she thought of turning around the sky would beckon her. Just a little farther. Just a little farther. As she turned past a patch of juniper trees she heard the shifting of snow and instantly her heart began to race. Last year she'd had the unfortunate luck to have been buried alive. If it weren't for the aid of total strangers she'd have suffocated. Cracking snapped her back to the present as she looked up in time to see a cascade of snow starting to fall down the slopes. Spirits, not again! Lydia turned and ran, seeking to run perpendicular to the fall of the snow. She eyed the rocky terrain, trying to guess where the snow would naturally flow and she leapt up onto a rockier ledge outside the natural ebb and flow of the mountain side. Snow crashed around her but the worst of it missed her. Even so she was sprayed with snow and debris that stunned her for a moment. Shaking out her coat her fur suddenly stood on end as she heard a piercing howl. It echoed strangely, sounding muffled. Bright spirits… was someone trapped? Lydia fixated on the spot she thought she heard the sound coming from as the rumble died off down the mountain side. Taking a few steady breaths she started journeying toward the sound. She moved painfully slowly, fearful that a misplaced step would mean sinking down into the loose snow. Her sight was fixated on a tree not far off that would prove a needed stopping point and at least one area she felt confident was stable. Lydia sank up to her shoulders after one ill timed step. She laid herself out flat and carefully extracted her limbs before scooting closer to to the tree on her belly. Deciding this was a good a place as any she called out gently. "Hello? Is anyone there?" She didn't want to yell too loudly, fearful that she might trigger another avalanche and then what would she do? "Talk" "You" Think |
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