we didn't start the [FIRE IN ABAVEN]

*Octave* · 06-05-2019, 11:59 PM

Octave hadn't failed to notice the storm brewing, dark clouds gathering as the wind whipped to a frenzy. He'd taken precautions and sheltered himself in his den, Noko curling up at his belly so they could wait out the storm. But as the storm continued to bluster outside his den he heard a massive crack of thunder, the flash of lightning happening nearly at the same time and Octave winced. He slowly opened his eyes, wondering how loud the thunder had been to still be ringing in his ears. Slowly the boy crept towards the mouth of his den and the first acrid tang of smoke hit him, and it slowly dawned on him that his ears weren't ringing, the sound he was hearing was the roar of a fire already a full-blown blaze.

Octave was frozen solid for a moment, his mind unable to comprehend what was happening."Octave!" Finally Noko's panicked pleading pushed through the haze of his mind. Over the roar he heard his voice called again, Shaye calling for him. Octave felt his limbs start to race towards her instinct driving him to flee from the pressing wall of heat slowly creeping up behind him. He was ahead of the fire but not the smoke, which was quickly spreading thick through the air and as he raced he felt the smoke descending over him, he tried to take as shallow a breath as he could manage while still running. He spotted Shaye and quickly sidled up to the woman, looking at her questioningly, unsure if she knew where safety was. There was a moment for the boy to catch his breath, he looked over at the blaze noting it was quickly approaching his den. Then over the roar of the pyre, he heard a call, his name just barely rising above the din, in fact if it wasn't for a haunting note of familiarity he'd have assumed it was his imagination.

His blood turned ice and Octave stared at the fire, dread like none he'd ever felt flowing through him. This new fear overwrought his usual nervousness around Shaye, driving him to speak. "Novel..." His barritone soft and laced with the deep anxiety that had taken hold of him. "Noko, go with Shaye." He said louder, his voice almost emotionalness. "Octave? You can't-" But Octave didn't have time to argue with the lemur, not today. He roughly shook himself out feeling Noko slip off him, not prepared to grip onto him. Octave didn't take a moment to look back, simply praying his companion would do as he asked, he couldn't afford to be worried about her as well. She's smart she'll go with Shaye, she'll be safe. He assured himself, but it didn't do anything to ease the pit in his stomach.

The fire licked at his pelt, singing hairs as he pushed through the flames, fighting the instinct to run and hide. Octave kept his gaze low, squinting through the bright glare all around him. The heat was oppressive within the fire, laying over him like a weight. His throat was quickly coated with smoke but he couldn't stop running. Some part of Octave wondered if he had been wrong, that he was running to his death, Novel already safe and sound wherever the lands were being evacuated to. Yells were just barely audible under the roar of the fire, nearly deafening. He wondered how many of his packmates in desperate need of help he was just missing. Then Octave tripped over a prone form. The boy managed to stop himself from totally falling over. He whiped his head around to see who or what he'd tripped on, his heart nearly stopping as he recognized the familiar pelt of his sister, covered in soot as it was.

Octave scrambled to try and grip Novel's scruff, not stopping to check her condition first. He needed to get her out of here before he worried about anything else. He struggled forwards a few steps, forced to drag his sister's still form across the ground. Octave's lungs ached for clean air, his nose filled with smoke and tasting only ash on his tongue. Octave gently lowered Novel for a moment, his gaze brushing over her burned face for only a moment, not even really registering it, and he tipped his head back. His howl was weak, his smoke coated throat constricting the noise but he called anyways, a call that meant "I'm here, please help!" He knew he couldn't get Novel out of here, not alive, by himself and yet he quickly grabbed her again desperately dragging her... somewhere.

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