The quiet cold
06-19-2018, 08:01 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-19-2018, 08:05 PM by Riva.)
Walk | Talk
Autumn’s change to winter had come too abrupt, and too early, in the inexperienced mind of the young wolf. She was cold and miserable, shuffling her feet from paw to paw and she made her slow gait through the thick snow. It had started to trickle down in the late reaches of the afternoon, and the young girl had gotten turned around in her way back to the den she had dug out for herself the day before. The scents, fresh before the snow, were buried now, and her nose stung from the pain of pushing it into the damp wet surface all around her.
There was no helping it now, she wouldn’t make it back to the den tonight, already the last rays of light had faded and she would be in the full grasp of night in a few moments. Miserable, she stamped her feet again, dislodging snow from her damp legs. She shuddered, and shivered, trying to glimpse something, anything, beyond the white of the trickling snow. How did anyone navigate through this? Shoulders hunched and head lowered, she pushed on, her progress slow and heavy as she made her way blindly forward.
She didn’t notice the change in her footing until it was much too late. Her foot thuddered too heavily downwards, a slope, not a flat surface before her. Unable to catch herself, pushing too heavily on her front paws to make headway through the snow, she crashed forward. She slipped down the ledge, a tumble of snow shook loose and came down with her. She flailed, and splashed with a cry. Water! It wasn’t frozen yet, but was colder then the snow, and with a wet coat she would never get dry. She shoved forward back to the bank, and scrambled against the side. More snow toppled down on top of her, and she couldn’t find purchase. She cried out, as a healer she well knew her danger, and she was afraid. She put her back into it, flailing, desperate, and her paws found earth beneath the snow. She threw her weight forward, scrambling, and heaving until she was ashore once more. Her sides heaved, and her entire body shook with heavy shivers. She lay there in the snow for a time, searching for the strength to continue on.
Autumn’s change to winter had come too abrupt, and too early, in the inexperienced mind of the young wolf. She was cold and miserable, shuffling her feet from paw to paw and she made her slow gait through the thick snow. It had started to trickle down in the late reaches of the afternoon, and the young girl had gotten turned around in her way back to the den she had dug out for herself the day before. The scents, fresh before the snow, were buried now, and her nose stung from the pain of pushing it into the damp wet surface all around her.
There was no helping it now, she wouldn’t make it back to the den tonight, already the last rays of light had faded and she would be in the full grasp of night in a few moments. Miserable, she stamped her feet again, dislodging snow from her damp legs. She shuddered, and shivered, trying to glimpse something, anything, beyond the white of the trickling snow. How did anyone navigate through this? Shoulders hunched and head lowered, she pushed on, her progress slow and heavy as she made her way blindly forward.
She didn’t notice the change in her footing until it was much too late. Her foot thuddered too heavily downwards, a slope, not a flat surface before her. Unable to catch herself, pushing too heavily on her front paws to make headway through the snow, she crashed forward. She slipped down the ledge, a tumble of snow shook loose and came down with her. She flailed, and splashed with a cry. Water! It wasn’t frozen yet, but was colder then the snow, and with a wet coat she would never get dry. She shoved forward back to the bank, and scrambled against the side. More snow toppled down on top of her, and she couldn’t find purchase. She cried out, as a healer she well knew her danger, and she was afraid. She put her back into it, flailing, desperate, and her paws found earth beneath the snow. She threw her weight forward, scrambling, and heaving until she was ashore once more. Her sides heaved, and her entire body shook with heavy shivers. She lay there in the snow for a time, searching for the strength to continue on.
06-19-2018, 08:31 PM
Adarra walked, with a slow gate. She knew Boreas pretty well, and she liked the cold. She had a very thick pelt, and to her, it was very warm. She wasn't chilled at all, but as she walked she heard something that made he shake to the bone. Her ears perked and before anything, her instincts kicked in, a cry a very loud shriek hit her in the head. It echoed, and as she was a healer she had to help. She was fast and she was worried, what happened. Her ear's pinned and her charred lips pulled back into a worried frown, she came to a stop. There in front of her was a yearling, soaked and shaking. Damn, she must have fallen into the water, she won't survive if she stays out here in this weather. She looked around, there was an oak tree it must have been an old animals den. She ran over to the girl and tried to nudge her onto her own back. Adarra spoke softly, "I'm gonna help you." she hummed. She trotted to the den, it was big enough for both of them, and a lot more. But they were both pretty small. She put the girl down and would go to circle around her. She aimed to keep her warm, at least till she was stable enough for her to go and find some herbs. Hopefully, if any were still alive. "Talk" Think |
06-19-2018, 08:48 PM
Walk | Talk
The lethargy set in quickly, her head felt sluggish and old as she struggled to think beyond her crisis. She was cold, in the middle of nowhere. She knew there was a lake behind her, beyond that, she didn’t know the territory. The snow continued to fall, and the chill flakes against her damp coat began to feel warm. That was a very bad sign. She knew that, and she knew she should feel fear, but her thoughts were slow and unresponsive. She was warm and tired. She needed simply close her eyes, and everything would be okay…
A perfect snowflake fell, dancing across the air, to land on the nose of the wolf. Her pale blue eyes looked upon it, marvelling at its beauty upon the dark form of her snout. Before it had a chance to melt, a dark shape echo through the flake, and her eyes struggle to focus beyond what was immediately before her. What was that shape? Before she it could definite fully in her vision, she felt pressure on her side, something was pushing her. No, she was warm and sleepy, couldn’t they just leave her be?
The voice spoke, and the calm tones of the strange broke the spell of the cold, she blinked quickly, the movement shocking after the stillness of her body. Help, yes, she needed help. “T-thank you” she rasped, and let the woman take most of her weight, scarcely helping the stranger as she towed her forward. She hoped this wolf knew where they were going, because Riva was clueless.
The shape of a den at the base of an oak tree solidified before her, and then they were inside. She fell in a heavy heap on the den floor, wet snow falling off her in cold clumps, and she stiff body barely responded as she tried to move herself into a tight ball. The stranger seemed to know what she was doing, and curled her own body around her. Already she could feel the weight and warmth of the woman, and feeling began to creep back into her limbs. With feeling, came the terrible cold. A ferocious shiver wracked her body, and she gasped softly. She bore through it, and when it passed she began the slow, but important job of cleaning herself. She tried not to take too much of the liquid inside of herself, licking it and spitting it out. She didn’t want to lower her core temperature, but so long as she remained soaked, warming would be difficult. She washed the snow off her herself, section by section, appreciating the warmth of the woman beside her.
When at last she was done, exhaustion over took her. “My.. hero” she rasped, a wry smile on her lips, before unconsciousness tugged her under.
The lethargy set in quickly, her head felt sluggish and old as she struggled to think beyond her crisis. She was cold, in the middle of nowhere. She knew there was a lake behind her, beyond that, she didn’t know the territory. The snow continued to fall, and the chill flakes against her damp coat began to feel warm. That was a very bad sign. She knew that, and she knew she should feel fear, but her thoughts were slow and unresponsive. She was warm and tired. She needed simply close her eyes, and everything would be okay…
A perfect snowflake fell, dancing across the air, to land on the nose of the wolf. Her pale blue eyes looked upon it, marvelling at its beauty upon the dark form of her snout. Before it had a chance to melt, a dark shape echo through the flake, and her eyes struggle to focus beyond what was immediately before her. What was that shape? Before she it could definite fully in her vision, she felt pressure on her side, something was pushing her. No, she was warm and sleepy, couldn’t they just leave her be?
The voice spoke, and the calm tones of the strange broke the spell of the cold, she blinked quickly, the movement shocking after the stillness of her body. Help, yes, she needed help. “T-thank you” she rasped, and let the woman take most of her weight, scarcely helping the stranger as she towed her forward. She hoped this wolf knew where they were going, because Riva was clueless.
The shape of a den at the base of an oak tree solidified before her, and then they were inside. She fell in a heavy heap on the den floor, wet snow falling off her in cold clumps, and she stiff body barely responded as she tried to move herself into a tight ball. The stranger seemed to know what she was doing, and curled her own body around her. Already she could feel the weight and warmth of the woman, and feeling began to creep back into her limbs. With feeling, came the terrible cold. A ferocious shiver wracked her body, and she gasped softly. She bore through it, and when it passed she began the slow, but important job of cleaning herself. She tried not to take too much of the liquid inside of herself, licking it and spitting it out. She didn’t want to lower her core temperature, but so long as she remained soaked, warming would be difficult. She washed the snow off her herself, section by section, appreciating the warmth of the woman beside her.
When at last she was done, exhaustion over took her. “My.. hero” she rasped, a wry smile on her lips, before unconsciousness tugged her under.
06-19-2018, 10:19 PM
Adarra smiled, as the woman began to move. She pushed herself into the woman, keeping the woman from becoming too cold. She began to lick the woman, trying to keep her warm. A soft smile lay on her face. But as the woman called her, her own hero she was surprised. But she only smiled. When the girl drifted to sleep, she knew she would need the sleep. She would continue to groom her before she knew that it was time to get some herbs, she stood up and pushed out of the den. She sniffed the ground and pawed at it softly. She caught a scent, of a plant she takes for herself most of the time. Weed, she smiled she needed this. She nipped the stems off right next to the branch of the plant. Taking only three leaves, these were for her Depression. She looked for something to put them in, there was a part of a deer hide, must have been from a cougar or bears kill. Well, she was going to use it. She set the leaves inside the hide and continued on her hunt for herbs. She smiled as she found a bush, yes it was! It was Valerian Root, she ran over and began to dig up the plant. She grabbed it, and set it down in she then chewed off all the roots. She then put them inside the deer, hide okay so not all the herbs died out. That's great. She sniffed the ground and went looking for some Lamb's Ear just in case, it always got to be too safe than being sorry. She found the sent of the plant, but there was no plant in sight. It must have been buried. She began to dig into the snow, she found the top of the plant so she began to dig around it. Finally, she got it uncovered. She nipped off about six leaves and placed them inside the hide. Lamb's Ear was used as bandages for smaller wounds, or when chewed could be used to help swelling and irritation in small wounds. She now needed to find Boneset, which was mainly used for cold and fevers. And muscle pain. She sniffed the ground and for a couple of minutes found nothing, then she almost stepped on the plant. She began to dig it out of the ground, once uncovered she bite of a branch of the plant and placed it in the hide. She walked back to the den and began to nudge the girl trying to wake her up. "Talk" Think |
Herbs she's getting:
Cannabis
Rarity: Common.
Main Use: Pain relief.
Other uses: Can be used as an appetite stimulant, and an anti-depressant.
Side effects: In rare cases, paranoia and reduced mental functioning.
Valerian Root
Rarity: Common.
Main Use: Can cure a cough and ease pain from cramps.
Other Uses: Will cure headaches and insomnia, as well as aid anxiety.
Side effects: Large amounts will upset stomach, and in some care, cases acts as a stimulant.
Lamb's Ear
Rarity: Moderate.
Characteristics: It is a good bandage for minor scrapes, as it is quite soft.
Uses: Crushed, the leaves are said to help swelling and irritation of small wounds.
Side effects: Generally safe to use, but may produce some skin irritation for some.
Boneset
Rarity: Moderate.
Main Use: Effective against colds & fevers.
Other Uses: Also said to ease muscle pain.
Side effects: Consumption of large amounts can induce nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea. Overdose can be deadly.