After the Storm
01-28-2014, 09:02 PM
By nothing short of a miracle, Gerhardt Mathias had been spared by the hellion-borne storm that had ravaged Seracia. When it hit he had been in the den with a few of the children - which ones he could not even be sure, for they were all piled up in a heap. The storm had been loud and frightful, but alas it had not reached him within the confines of the den. Unfortunately, Loccian was outside somewhere in the midst of it, he hoped she had had enough time to find shelter - though not in any of the structures for they were surely deathtraps. He watched her enter, unable to say anything just yet. He was in awe of her appearance, forlorn and injured - spent. Gerhardt raised himself, moving toward her with a swiftness that displayed his obvious concern. He sought to curl his bodice next to hers on her left side. Loccian, are you alright? He quaked, knowing that she was most certainly not alright. Still, it was the best phrase he could come up with. A sigh fell from his lips, I've never heard anything like that before, I can't imagine how crazy it must have been. Tail curled around her rump, hoping to offer her some comfort and warmth from his very presence. It wasn't much, but it was all he had to offer. Speech, |