Recovery
01-31-2016, 11:21 PM
OOC: Is the morning after the flood thread alright for timing?
The storm and the flood had rattled him to his core. Mithras wouldn't lie, he'd been scared shitless but he wasn't about to admit it out loud. He'd spent the entire night sleeping in spurts and roaming around his lands whenever he couldn't fall back asleep, and when the sun rose again he was weary down to his bones but the astral brute couldn't in good conscience rest. There was too much work to be done.
The river was littered with debris, as was the shoreline. Swollen well beyond it's boundaries, its bank was peppered with tree limbs and fragments of all sizes, washed from somewhere farther north. He passed the bloating carcasses of animals caught and drowned in the raging tempest. He was choked by the fear that he'd come across a face he recognized sooner or later, but so far it had been smaller animals washed from their dens, he'd guess. He saw nothing but groundhogs and squirrels and field mice, but all the same he could not leave its length unchecked. On weary, aching paws he walked on, and worried over his melancholy heart.
The storm and the flood had rattled him to his core. Mithras wouldn't lie, he'd been scared shitless but he wasn't about to admit it out loud. He'd spent the entire night sleeping in spurts and roaming around his lands whenever he couldn't fall back asleep, and when the sun rose again he was weary down to his bones but the astral brute couldn't in good conscience rest. There was too much work to be done.
The river was littered with debris, as was the shoreline. Swollen well beyond it's boundaries, its bank was peppered with tree limbs and fragments of all sizes, washed from somewhere farther north. He passed the bloating carcasses of animals caught and drowned in the raging tempest. He was choked by the fear that he'd come across a face he recognized sooner or later, but so far it had been smaller animals washed from their dens, he'd guess. He saw nothing but groundhogs and squirrels and field mice, but all the same he could not leave its length unchecked. On weary, aching paws he walked on, and worried over his melancholy heart.
02-04-2016, 08:09 PM