Part the Waters
The alpha would tilt her head back and howl for the attention of her members - something needed to be done about this. For the duration of the flood, they would need to find higher ground in this area. She worried not about the pack being overtaken, there was no way that she could mark lasting borders with the water so high, and she would keep a close eye on the area regardless scouting for members that might have been stranded. "Valhalla! If you haven't noticed, we have something of an emergency! Get the children if you are near them, bring them to higher grounds. Warriors, look out for the rest of our members, help anyone that seems to be struggling."
They would worry about hunting and what they would do while their territory was flooded after gathering their wits about them in one general area. She needed to take a headcount as soon as possible. She herself was near the pack's most used denning area, prepared to fish out anyone that seemed to need assistance.
Spring had come and with it it's usual weather. Spring showers were not uncommon in Alacritis, but this particular shower had turned out rather disastrous. Instead of stopping like it usually would about after a day or so, this particular storm hadn't stopped. And instead of draining away like the water usually did, it had begun to collect. And to the young Adravendi surprise, it had flooded the entire plain! He was a particularly tall individual, so the water didn't bother him much, but not everyone was as tall as him. The image of the young boy Garbiel flashed across his mind, as well the little boy's ivory sister. Just because he could overcome the water didn't meant that they could. A summoning howl erupted into the atmosphere, catching the young man's attention. It was his aunt Chyrs; she was calling the pack to arms.
Not wasting any time Gael made his way towards her call, struggling against the rising water, but still managing to get there before anyone else had, in time to catch his aunt's words as she urged Valhalla to gather the members and head to higher ground. Chrysanthe, how may I be of service? Tell me what I can do to make this gathering move quicker and I'm on it. A nod accompanied the young man's words as he looked steadily to his aunt and alpha, awaiting to see what she would appoint him to help out in.
Talk like this
One thing that felt false to him having been staying in valhalla so long, was the immense rain that seemed to just pour, and pour, and pour. He had been turned to notice that he was rather tired of it, and that he had thought, from multiple visits, the land was as rich, green, as the sky was meant to be blue and clear. No, no, such was not a fact. It was mildly miserable and he had to admit that finding the time to things other than chrysanthe was insatiably hard. Still, what came next was relatively withoout warning and the man pulled himself forward as soon as her tones lingered through the air. Limbs excused him from the den, as water began to rush around him, limbs threatened to buckle and bend at the current, but immediately he found to get uphill. Still, through the falling rain, his gaze would turn out to the side and his ears would rock back against his head. The water; it was still coming. Tail pressed against his hind leg and teeth immediately became present. This was the equivalent ot a battle, simple as that.
A young man, quite large, immediately came forth, his tones ringing out in an offer to assist the Queen and for whatever reason even something so simple and innocent made the man jealous. Still, it was no time for him to make banter on what was okay and what wasn't. Besides, chrysanthe was totally out of the kid's league. Shrugging his shoulders he turned his gaze to the right as the floodwater came and came, rushing in, burying what they knew, "Get her out of here!" head turned and he snapped at the child, pressing his shoulder against Chrysanthe's side before turning off to the side, "GO! I can swim just fine, I need to find any children," and just like that he set off, immediately throwing his eyes around, thrashing, and moving staying up high where he could to make sure no children were stuck lost in the wreckage and helpless. Valhalla would not lose a life today, it simply, simply could not.
Rain. Rain everywhere. It began with little warning, other than the threatening grey storm-clouds that had begun to fill the sky. Arella had been wandering on her own, somewhat oblivious to the impending danger; she wandered happily, without a care in the world. At first, as it began to pour, the water seemed fun. On her own she wandered near the borders of Valhallan territory, letting the rain soak her to the core. Her black fur clung to her small frame, making her look very much like a drowned rat -- but a happy, smiling one nonetheless. A smile seemed permanently plastered on her face, tail wagging behind her with startling speed.
Her Aunt called -- from a great distance away. Was the storm getting too bad, she wondered? Curious, she bounded forward, briefly pausing to shake some water from her coat. Not that it helped in the slightest, for the rain seemed incessant, almost as though it would never stop. Tongue lolled from the side of her mouth as she began to run forward, as fast as her small paws would carry her.
Everything seemed to change as she drew nearer. Here, the ground was softer, more unstable. She had been gone for a few hours at the most, and it seemed as though nearly half a foot of rain had accumulated in some spots! She grew more nervous as she got closer to the sounds of others, to the familiar scent of her Valhallan family members.
In a split second, she seemed to stumble forward, sliding and falling down a small hill. Though the land was relatively flat, the plains were sometimes uneven in areas -- and it seemed the rain accumulated in these uneven areas.
She always thought she was a good swimmer, but she felt much less capable as she found her body engulfed by a sudden burst of flood waters. "Help!" Arella suddenly shouted, hoping terribly that someone could hear her. Paws beat against the current as she struggled to keep herself afloat, limbs all lashing out to grasp for solid ground. Someone would surely have to help her, right?
Surreal |
Surreal stood staring down at her home, which now looked rather different. It wasn?t the verdant green, that had quickly become familiar. It was the water. The rain had fallen non stop, and the boundary river had swollen, overflowing its banks and flowing out into the territory. Her family?s den was safe, as her mother had been very particular in the choice of den location. Even though it was underground, in a ravine that was six feet deep, it was located on a hill, and beyond the reach of the flooding. The little waterfall was now flowing down the raving, making exits and entrances rather wet, and driving Gabriel insane, but there was the choice of the path her mother and father had dug and carved that led out above the ravine. Mother and Papa had instructed them all on safety and where to go should something like this happen. And she was very glad they had drilled the lessons into them. When the gurgling roar of a flash flood had sounded, Surreal had been able to get to high ground. Just in time, too. The water had crashed down the path she?d scrambled off of a second later. The lanky nine month old silver female had stared as branches and boulders tumbled down the path, and a tiny crumb of her innocence fell away with that water. Another stepping stone in life. Surreal was shaken from her musings as Chrysanthe?s voice howled out to them all. She turned and started picking her way through the heavy rain, eyes carefully finding paw holds in the steep path side, and then she stopped and stared at the roiling flood water in front of her. The earth before her crumbled, and she back tracked swiftly, lanky legs tangling slightly before she did a roll back on her haunches and scrambled up the hill. She found a place that was well away from the water, and stared down through the rain, fur slate black from water logging. Was mother alright? Papa? Where was Gabriel, and Castiel, Lyric, and Arella?
?Oh? Darn.? Mismatched eyes watched carcasses tumble past on the flood currents. A deer that had been minding its own business, a racoon. No wolves, but she thought she saw one for a moment. A fox, as it turned out, still paddling weakly against the powerful water. They were swept from view. Death was no secret to her. They killed animals to eat, after all. However, she didn?t want to die yet, she had to become the great warrior. So she sat still, waiting for the water to die down, like her mother had taught her. Flash floods were quick, lethal, there and gone. But the problem here was that the rain wasn?t stopping. She was in for a long sit. |
Surreal's family is allowed to crash any thread she is in, regardless of it being private or not.
He was quick, the man maneuvering himself to be perfectly positioned in the waters. He could not face anything with less than perfect stability and a miss step would cost him and anyone that needed help their life. It was rare to see the man so serious, but alas, it happened and he was prepared. Tail acted as a counterweight, slowing him, allowing him to step slower, and test the ground below the pool Valhalla had become. Still, it was not a long check and with every step it seemed as though the water slammed into him more. he was faced with a dangerous situation: lives were dependent on him, and the selfish side of him wanted to turn back, to take Chrysanthe and leave dodge. He had no desire for anything else. Tongue lashed over his soaked muzzle, and eyes narrowed down to prevent some of the water getting in them. There was little time for fooling around and he was quite aware of this. The man ducked his ears up, barely, off of his head and heard the tiniest squawk of a child. His direction was changed and he began his trek towards her.
Eyes found that seeing the child was a hard thing to do, but admittedly, the babe was not in deep water and Gideon had a much easier time of getting to her as he got closer. Noticing the ever so slight bit of slopes that had began to show beneath his feet, he would take a step, bend his limbs, and lower his head, allowing himself to slide a ways before he could lift both fore-limbs up and make a bounding motion. Practically, it looked awkward, but it allowed him to be careful and it allowed him to get near the babe. Teeth darted out attempting to grab her by the scruff and from here he would direct his attention. It would be foolish for him to try and get her back to where Chrysanthe was, the distance was too great, and he had almost slipped going downward. upward would be nearly impossible. Worry spread over his features and he narrowed his head back aiming to take the child back the way from which she had come. Ears remained up in case anyone else was in need, and silence became him. It would be awhile before they were able to return, until then he'd have to watch the child.
She had been waiting for the rain to stop, for the warm sun rays to return. But they never did. Endless amounts of water poured down on Valhalla, puddles steadily growing into rivers before finally everything was covered in water. The water was deep in most places, standing at 33 inches, the water teasing her belly, soaking her pelt. She had heard her Queens call, but getting there was exhausting. Currents constantly sweeping her away. A frustrated growl vibrated from her chest. Dry land would have been wonderful. Over the sounds of rain and rushing water, a howl caught her attention. She didn't recognize who it came from, but they called for Chrysanthe. She was closer. Turning her directions, she headed towards the source. The water had picked up its pace, carrying branches and the bodies of animals unable to escape. She stuck to as shallow waters as possible, but the earth kept giving away beneath her paws. Ears flattened against her skull, steps slow and wide. Ivory pelt was slick with mud and water, making her nearly unrecognizable. A hill jutted out of the water, a lanky figure sitting on top of it. Eyes scanned the waters, trying to find a shallow, calm place to cross. She would come up behind the younger wolf, not at all quiet. Paws getting stuck in the mud, her slipper steps and irritable growls. She just wanted to be warm and dry. Once the earth hardened beneath her paws she was able to stop a few feet from the younger wolf. Two toned eyes where oddly familiar. Erani and Nova. Perhaps this one of the pups from the couple. The ivory woman never got to meet them all, she just seemed to stumble upon them. They had grown so fast. "You're Erani's daughter...?" Her statement held a slight question to it, just to verify she was correct. Haunches dropped tiredly to the ground. Two toned gaze settling upon the younger wolf. They had a long wait in front of them. She wanted to know if the rest of the pack was okay. Where would they all be going? So many questions, and so few answers.
OOC- Rayne found Surreal |