we didn't start the [FIRE IN ABAVEN]
Noko rocked on her toes, wanting to go after Octave but also unable to disrespect his wishes, or fight the instincts deep inside her that told her to get away from the fire. When Shaye stooped to allow her to climb aboard she did so, perching akwardly as she didn't quite feel comfortable assuming her usual position. Shaye growled a warning and the Lemur laughed. "Good to hear." She gripped tighter and braced herself for the pair to race off after her friend, her absolute idiot of a friend.
Octave wasn't going to make it, not with his sister's weight to slow him down, but he wasn't about to leave her behind. The boy blinked against the ash and smoke stinging his eyes, the smoke had decended fast over this part of the lands, the fire raging around him and drowning out all other sounds. Octave stumbled again, dragging his sister's unconcious body through ash and over debris. He hoped the sparks and embers that leapt around them wouldn't catch the grass under his sister's form. His precious bundle's weight lessened slightly and Octave tilted his head to see Shaye grabbing hold of Novel, Noko perched on her back, the lemur's eyes wide as she scanned around the fire. Their eyes met for a moment and Octave caught his companion mouthing a word at him. You idiot. Octave gave a single silent chuckle. It was good to see her too. His attention was drawn to the white bird circling overhead, it's voice beckoning them to follow and together with Shaye he began to haul his sister away, towards safety. |
The change in pressure was what alerted her to the potential danger, she hadn’t been paying attention to the sky. Her brilliant lavender eyes looked to the sky, finding the intimidating clouds above her. It was suddenly dark as night. Then the lightning hit.
She smelled the smoke and turned to run as quick as she could, the fire moved fast though. Before she knew it there were flames all around her and she was surrounded. To her left a cliff stood, beyond was mostly rocks leading to the rapids and the fire likely wouldn’t get her there. Without much thought Twig surged forward. She battled the tiny flames at the base, and attempted to scale the mound. Her feet were not as sure as she expected.
She slipped, her feet were pulled beneath her and she was suddenly at the base again, but this time with a knot on her head and a sprained rear leg. Her features turned from safety to the flames that closed in on her, desperation obvious in her features.
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He had been out scouting, tracking Buffalo in the Nook. The pack was due for a pack hunt and he was researching so he could approach Brandr with options. Big game hadn't been something he dealt with to much so it was also a time for him to observe and learn a bit about the heavy weighted creatures. He observed how they would fight and defend themselves against each other, watching for weak points and their strong parts. As the day wore on he could see the unsettling darkness in the sky back towards home. So he wrapped things up and began the journey home.
The trek back home made him more unsettled, the wind picking up and the consistent flashes of lightning in the distance made him on edge. He couldn't quite understand the feeling he had, he just felt like something bad was going to happen. Picking up his pace the boy began to gallop towards home, getting to the rapids just after the fire began to take off in the thicket. The calls from the others and the stench of burning plants was carried with the breeze. His immediate reaction was to head straight towards the alpha's. As he grew closer he would pass others moving away from the flames and to safety, spotting Shaye and Octave carrying his sister from the flames. He hadn't seen Twig though, one of the newer members that he had brought here. He was worried, not sure if she was healed fully yet and decided he should at least go in and make sure no on else needed help.
Charging in he moved quick, squinting his eyes and flattening his ears. He needed to be sure there was no one else trapped and being long legged as he was it would help him quickly cover ground. It was only by chance (or maybe some odd fate) that he had come across the spot where she was. He could see her white pelt through the flickering of the flames. Picking up his pace he would jump, lunging through the flames to get to her. He landed Close to her and went to her side, looking her over briefly for any harm, which he couldn't physically see her injuries. Then he looked behind her to the mound then looked to her. He could help get her up there even if she had a sprain. He motioned to the mound.
"Go, I'll boost you to get you up to the top," he stated as the heat of the closing flames began to get hot. They didn't have much time.
Samara didn't know what she was about to be in the middle of, she'd been gathering some herbs. She wasn't sure if she was staying yet but might as well get some pain killers so if she did leave she wouldn't find herself in the sitatuon she'd found herself in a few weeks ago. The wind was picking up and she could feel the pressure in the air changing, the heat already oppresive on her dark fur. Samara turned her eyes towards the darkened sky, wondering idly if she was about to find herself in the midst of a storm. Her answer would come a moment later when a loud deafening noise and a flash of light overtook her senses. But more than that she felt the air suddenly become charged, her fur feeling like it was lifted by static and a wave of heat. Samara flinched, huddling in on herself and her eyes scerewing shut. She waited a moment the ringing in her ears slowly subsiding but it wasn't replaced with silence, a low crackling was what she heard first and then it grew louder, turnining into a rumble. The heat changed, pressing down on her harder than ever before and the tang of burnt grass and the steady build of smoke hit her. Samara's eyes flew open and she nearly closed them again, the harsh glow of fire already picking up in intensity beside her. Figures. She thought almost calmly, if the packlands were gonna catch fire I would be at the fucking epicenter of it. Finally, instinct kicked in, panic rising in her dangerous. The fire had evolved into a full-blown blaze by the time she started running, smoke already stifling her ability to run. Her one advantage, being lower to the ground didn't seem to help much when the smoke had already built up around her. Samara kicked off, running, who knows where. Her tiny limbs couldn't carry her nearly as far as she would have hoped. The heat was oppressive feeling heavy in her lungs as much as the smoke and already she could feel herself losing consciousness. Well shit. She thought as her vision flickered, leaving her in darkness for a moment. A call pulled from her lips, a plea for help before she toppled over sideways, her vision flickers once more before it finally went out. There was a brief flicker of conciousness from the tiny woman, the almost gentle motions of rocking briefly breaking through the dark walls of her stupor, she was being carried, that was all she knew before she drifted away from reality again. "Speech", Thoughts & You |