hellstorm
01-21-2014, 06:36 PM
Panic-stricken and most certainly on-edge, the once King of Seracia was baffled with the intensity of the storm. With the Kingdom's recent expansion, it was incredibly hard to determine where his family might be. They had a habit of straying, especially the older children, and the odds of finding them in the midst of this hellish storm seemed slim. It would be then that he swore - as he shifted his head this way and that - he heard a cry, but it seemed muffled, drowned out. His head snapped in the direction, spotting part of the shed as it collapsed. He hoped no one had remained inside. There was another cry, this one was his name. A figure loomed in the distance, and he heard the word 'help'. Instantly he would charge in that direction - toward the shed he'd just been eyeing - as the wind buffeted him on every side. ?What's - Finiarel!? His son was trapped, the only way he knew it was him was by the dappled coat he wore so well. Jaws snapped shut around a two-by-four, lifting it carefully so as to not crush his son. ?Hold on!? He barked through grasping jaws, his heart beating fast - drumming in his ears. He could hear rain in the distance, a dull roar as it crashed hard against the earth. Oh gods this was a storm. The wind continued to buffet him, sending him off balance on occasion. Bits of wood and shards of metal flew in all directions, some clanging against each other, others smacking him hard on the flank or rump. He spat out another piece of wood, lowering his bodice to the earth, chin only half an inch from his front paws. Forward he would wriggle, beneath a jarred piece of wood nailed to a scrap of metal - hoping to reach Finiarel and be able to pull him to safety. Any moment something else could fall atop the pile - could kill his son before his very eyes. ?Fin, come on.. crawl if you can. Wiggle free!? He would urge his son toward him as he ushered his body forth, inch by inch. Neck stretched as far as it would reach, his nose brushed fur - his son's. ?That's as far as I can go son, just a bit closer and I can pull you out!? Was there enough time? ?speak,? |