★ Grass Fire
Random Weather Event
Unarmed
10-16-2022, 04:07 PM
As the thick smoke grows worse with each passing second, the wolves offer up plans of escape. The others seem to accept the galaxy boy’s idea and the large male grabs hold of his tail. A cough sputters out from his lips and he squints back down the line to make sure that Bellamy is ready. Her soft whine is answer enough and the boy snaps his head back around to turn the chain so that the worst of the heat is at their backs. Letting out a bark of warning that he is starting to move, Kore then lowers his head to be as close to ground as possible and strikes out.
Carefully, the boy begins to walk, threading his way between the scorching hot metal that lay embedded in the ground like small mines. His blistered pad reminds him, with each step, to avoid those traps as he squints against the smoke to try and pick them out. Visibility is practically zero and, even with his head lowered, Kore has to squint to make anything out. The sky grumbles its displeasure at them as the trio pull into a trot, Kore leading the group to the best of his abilities. The heat continues to build behind the group and the boy lets out another sharp bark before breaking into a run.
Three sets of paws thunder through the grassy, metal strewn land as Kore does his best to lead them all to safety. He adjusts their course as he goes, being mindful of where the heat radiates from and pulling the group away from it. It seems like days that they run, stumbling in spots but never breaking their chain. The smoke slowly thins and, as it becomes easier to see, Kore pulls the group faster and faster toward safety. Tears stream freely from his irritated, reddened eyes and coughs boom from his lips in rapid succession as the smoke finally clears.
Stumbling a little further out, the trio sink into the green grass and greedy suck in large lung fulls of clean air. Kore lays on side, letting the coughs shake his frame until he can suck in a deep breath. Exhausted, eyes hurting and throat sore, the boy suggests that the trio get as far away from this place as they can and seek out a healer if needed. With farewells, they disperse and go find safety; wherever that may be.
OOC: Permission to PP given by Chrono and Beau
"Kore Regni"
Carefully, the boy begins to walk, threading his way between the scorching hot metal that lay embedded in the ground like small mines. His blistered pad reminds him, with each step, to avoid those traps as he squints against the smoke to try and pick them out. Visibility is practically zero and, even with his head lowered, Kore has to squint to make anything out. The sky grumbles its displeasure at them as the trio pull into a trot, Kore leading the group to the best of his abilities. The heat continues to build behind the group and the boy lets out another sharp bark before breaking into a run.
Three sets of paws thunder through the grassy, metal strewn land as Kore does his best to lead them all to safety. He adjusts their course as he goes, being mindful of where the heat radiates from and pulling the group away from it. It seems like days that they run, stumbling in spots but never breaking their chain. The smoke slowly thins and, as it becomes easier to see, Kore pulls the group faster and faster toward safety. Tears stream freely from his irritated, reddened eyes and coughs boom from his lips in rapid succession as the smoke finally clears.
Stumbling a little further out, the trio sink into the green grass and greedy suck in large lung fulls of clean air. Kore lays on side, letting the coughs shake his frame until he can suck in a deep breath. Exhausted, eyes hurting and throat sore, the boy suggests that the trio get as far away from this place as they can and seek out a healer if needed. With farewells, they disperse and go find safety; wherever that may be.
OOC: Permission to PP given by Chrono and Beau
