Planet Hell [Volcano] [Emergency Pack Meeting]
Due Sept 16th
Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
Aurielle Adravendi |
It started with a distant, horrifying thunder that Aurielle was certain she’d never heard the like of in her life. It brought her head snapping up from the traces of deer she’d been investigating in the moor, breath sticking in her throat. Fear. There was nothing visibly wrong here on the Moorlands, but still, her instincts were screaming.
Her throat closed as she gazed off to the east, where the noise had come, peering into the night. There was danger. Deadly and already pouncing like a great cat from the shadows. She felt it, trembling through her bones, then, as she was trying to decide what to do… the ground shook. Her eyes dropped to the earth beneath her paws as she steadied herself.
Something was coming, and Valhalla needed to get together. Now.
Her body twisted in a graceful twirl as she spun on her haunches to throw up a howl. It wasn’t the usual gently call to a meeting. It wasn’t even one of mild urgency as it had been when she announced their neighbors at large. It was a full-on demand, one that brooked no argument as she pelted for the standing stones, knowing the pack was likely to gather there, as Gwen had called meetings there in the past.
When she reached the stones, she didn’t hesitate as she flew up onto the leaning pillar, howling long and loud again, urging the pack to be faster, don’t tarry.
Even as she glanced toward the east again, her heart stuck solidly in her throat. A glow permeated the far horizon, violent and bright, rippling. Even from all the way in the west, the volcanic fury lit the sky with flashes of ashen lightning. It was like in the stories, passed down from her great grandmother to her daughters, and through Surreal to Regulus, and through Regulus to Aurielle and Aramis. The tale of when Mount Animi erupted, sending all the creatures into an exodus to Boreas, for to stay was to die.
Would Valhalla have to leave the home it had held for so long, off and on through the past many years? Where would they go? Where would the other packs go? Her allies, her family—Lirim might be in danger. She clenched her teeth. First the pack, then the rest of the world to worry about.
She paced the pillar, fighting the tremors that were wholely her own this time. But as soon as she heard the first sounds of paw steps approaching in the night, she turned and stood, projecting a firm, strong mask to hide the utter terror she was battling within. They didn’t need hysteria she could contend with on her own time. They needed her to be strong.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.
But then her mind caught up to what her eyes were seeing, and Justice stilled, gaze trained on the far horizon, at the dull red glow. It looked like a distant wildfire, but no, not with the earthquake that had woken her. She looked to the glow, glanced up at the sky with it's rapidly disappearing stars, and triangulated where the glow was coming from, and the answer she came up with gave her a distinctly queasy feeling.
That was the volcano's location.
Simultaneous with Aurielle's calls, Justice began to swear viciously in a low voice. There were an awful lot of packs over that way. People were going to be hurt, were going to need rescue.
She covered the distance between her den and the moor with bounding strides, sliding to a stop before Aurielle and Viviane with an expression that was unusually grim. "I need to get out there," she said before anyone said anything to her, her voice void of the usual note of sarcasm that came naturally to it. "People are going to need help."
He had been out late patrolling the border, partly to watch the habits of the night-dwelling creatures in addition to guarding the pack lands, when everything went still for a moment. No birds, no insects, just the wind in the grass. He stopped as well, uneasy... and then the ground beneath him convulsed. Just that once, that hearkening to some far distant event, but that was enough to cause alarm. Aurielle's voice rose over the pack lands a moment later, and Red gave a nod to himself. Truth, it would be wise to call a meeting now, before anyone had time to panic, and to get accountability of the pack members. He turned to follow the sound and stopped dead at the sight of a strange glow far off on the horizon. Well now, that was right unsettling. Volcano, was it? He had seen one once erupt once, back to home. It had devastated part of the kingdom's lands that year, but it had only been a minor eruption. He had never been to this volcano, and wasn't sure how far it was from Valhalla lands nor how large it was. How much would they need worry?
He wrapped calm around him like a cloak and strode off to meet the rest of the pack, but he didn't stop thinking. They'd need to send off a scout or several, likely, to see the extent of the damage, but it would be a dangerous mission. Aurielle might prefer to err on the side of caution, and keep them all close to home to keep them safe. He wasn't sure, not knowing her or her leadership quite well enough to say just now. He came to a stop quietly and greeted Aurielle with a nod, though his gaze strayed back to the glow on the horizon, viewed through the mists.