we didn't start the [FIRE IN ABAVEN]
06-06-2019, 05:19 PM
Having made his home in the plains Odysseus’ default position at the time of the blaze’s start was a safe one. The howl brought him from his den but the smoke in the sky was what changed his expression from vague alarm to grim determination. He had only a brief moment to decide where he would be the most useful. At the rapids he could tend to injuries, assuming there were any. In the thicket he might be able to help those who had been caught off guard by the fast moving fire. In the end he decided the decision wasn’t a difficult one. After ducking back into his den Odysseus re-emerged with a bloated bundle of supplies. He handed them to Olafur and the two exchanged a brief look before parting ways; Olafur to the rapids and Odysseus to the thicket. Quite quickly Odysseus found his path choked with smoke and ash. He pressed on, navigating the path with the aid of his memory. Soon he found himself where the three Abaven territories met. There he quickly splashed though the shallows so he was soaked before leaping into the thicket. Through the smoke he could see flickers of orange but he all but ignored them in search of familiar shapes. A frantic deer sailed past his head forcing him to duck instinctively, and then he was alone in the smoke once more. He stood there, listening and uncertain, until a howl from further in the territory jerked him into action. He ran towards it with bleary eyes as the smoke assailed him. A tree crashed in front of him suddenly sending embers in all directions and forcing him to change directions. And then through the smoke he made out two shapes. Though they were near the fringe Odysseus ran towards them anyway. He had no idea what shape they were in but the fire had spread rapidly enough that it was safe to assume those caught in the thick of it had sustained injuries of some sort. He rounded a fallen and fiery tree just in time to see Noir push another child into the fire. There was no mistaking the act for an accident. It had been deliberate. The smirk on Noir's face gave Odysseus all the proof he needed to convince him of that. The fury that took root in Odysseus' chest burned as hot as the fire that now destroyed the Thicket. He moved to intercept Noir. Odysseus wasn't going to do anything to him, wasn't even going to touch him, he simply wanted to block the boy's path and make his presence known. He regarded his apprentice for a moment, his expression dark, and then after glancing in the girl's direction to make sure she was alright (and she was, he could see her rise and take off running), brushed by Noir without a word. If the boy was smart he'd realize that this was not the end. Though he contained it Odysseus was fuming. A third of the pack was on fire and he learned that his apprentice was enough of a beast to push a what, a rival perhaps, into the fire instead of fleeing or helping those who were trapped or injured. Had the circumstances been different Odysseus might very well have drug him to his father after giving him a well deserved beating, but there was no time for that now. Instead he strode into the smoke in search of those who needed assistance. |