When in doubt, help 'em out [Part 1~CLOSED]
Aug 29, 2016 19:46:49 GMT -5
Post by Ice on Aug 29, 2016 19:46:49 GMT -5
(Part 1 of small Bison Pack plot/event thing. CLOSED TOPIC)
Injured, cold, alone, and scared, a human pup walked through the forest. Along with a handful of bruises and scrapes, her left leg gushed with blood from a nasty fall down some boulders, and as much as she tried to stop the bleeding with a cloth she tied around it, the warm substance kept coming out. Her long dark hair was windblown with leaves and twigs entangled in it, and she was pretty sure that she'd hit her head on something. The girl had no idea how long she'd been walking, and assumed it'd been quite a long time since the sun was creeping over the horizon. Sitting down with a thud, she huddled against a tree, wrapping her hands protectively around her legs. Finally able to catch her breath, tears starting to fall down her face and onto the pine needles bellow. Memories of the plane crash flooded her head, and even though she tried to push them away, she knew that they'd be there forever. Her family, the pilot... all dead. Well, she presumed they were dead, in which doing so, there was no stopping the steady flow of tears.
The cry of a coyote in the distance snapped her out of her state of shock, but only made things worse. Of course there was always a possibility of a rescue, but out here, in the middle of nowhere, was rescue even an option? The only scenario that she was able able to imagine was herself being ripped apart by the wilderness and its creatures, a dreadful and untimely death. All her life, she'd never been a nature person, and just sitting by a tree gave her the shivers. A big, black, ugly spider could be crawling up her back and she'd never even know it! Scooting away from the tree, she scrambled to reach her back and brush it off, just in case.
After who knows how long of high pitched coyote howls, they soon died down, almost at the exact same time as the sun fully rose. Everything was starting to become fuzzy and her head started to spin. Looking up to the sky, the sun's bright beauty kept her attention until a rustle in the leaves snapped her back to the living. Blood dripping onto her forehead and into her eye, she squinted to see what might be behind the trees. Was this her end? Her short, 15 years of life, ended before it had even started.
~~~
Letting out a sigh, Storm padded through the moor and towards the forest. Honestly, he had no reason to be sighing, seeing how life was pretty peaceful at the moment, but for some reason, the older wolf had an odd feeling in his gut. Birds sang their morning song, a gentle breeze swayed within the trees; life was literally perfect. Well, all except for the coyotes. Those mangy dogs roamed freely around Slough creek, not having a care in the world about borders or discipline. In the few years that he lead his pack, coyotes were never a direct problem, although patrols often found the destroyed remains of small deer, one in which they most likely tore to shreds while it was still breathing. Their whole way of life was weird, brutal, and even their barks seemed senile. Those beasts will never touch my pack, over my dead body. Just thinking about the coyotes stealing pups made his fur stand on edge.
Shaking away the horrible thoughts, he kept on walking at a steady pace, realizing that this peaceful life wouldn't last for ever and he needed to seize the moment. Avikii's pack was growing in numbers, and a battle over food for the cold season was inevitable. Although he had to congratulate his friend for speed and numbers, Bison was, and always would be stronger. It wasn't like they were huge, bulky, and couldn't run, but when it came to combat, they dominated the ring. Besides, what was the fun of a battle, if all you did was run around taunting your foe? Giving a light sneer at the thought, he trotted over to a small puddle, lapping up the cold water.
As he got closer to the forest, his mind wandered until a strange, sour scent hit his nose. Stopping in his tracks, Storm stood at the edge of the forest. Along with the stench of blood that covered up any other scents, there was something horribly familiar about it. Trying to calm his now rapid breathing, memories of a distant, yet chaotic day came back to him. The day that humans invaded the valley, taking his pack mates and himself hostage, putting little tags on them. Thankfully, no one was harmed, but any mention of those weird smelling, ugly creatures made him angry. Their ugly, half naked bodies, and horrible stench made their kind unforgettable, and unfortunately, the only thing he wished for was to forget them.
Continuing forward at a more cautious and slower pace, Storm kept his head low and ears open, looking around at his sides and flank, just in case something was waiting to ambush him. He was downwind from what ever was ahead, and the gentle breeze blew the strong scent towards him, which practically made him choke. Coming to a halt, the wolf needed a moment to think about what he was doing. What if he ran into a pack of coyotes or a bear? Or a... human? No, it wasn't possible. They never strayed from their territory unless needed, and he'd almost never seen humans in Slough Creek randomly. So what would be the reason for a strayed human?
He knew what ever was injured would be just ahead, and with one, good last look behind him, Storm padded forward, almost scared to find out what the scent was. The worst thing it could be would be a bear, or even worse, a bear cub, but if it was a single human, he'd have no problem putting it out of its misery. Trying to take a deep breath, which actually came out shallow, he finally reached a small clearing beneath the dense trees, and instantly, his hackles raised and a low growl emitted from deep within his throat.
A bloody, and mangled human pup laid against a tree, half conscious. What in the world... Part of him wanted to run away, back to his pack, his safety, but the other part was intrigued. A human, well, not just a human, but a human pup was in the middle of no where, and not another human in sight. The pup's blood stench filled the once pure air around him, and by the sound of the groan it gave, it wasn't going to last much longer on its own. Sniffing the air, Storm wanted to make sure there wasn't anyone around. His instincts told him to run, run as fast as he could, leave the human to meet its much needed death. But for some reason... the empty and lonely void that held a solid grip on his heart was filled with an unknown source of compassion. This human pup was half dead, and he knew that the best was would be to kill it, but it was still young, thus having a long life ahead of it to live. Besides, wolves weren't savages, and he couldn't think of killing an innocent being, no matter what the species. For what seemed like ages, Storm contemplated what to do. He knew that if he helped it, life would never be normal again. His pack mates would most likely doubt his loyalties, and even if they forgave him, he'd forever be know as the wolf who helped a human over the safety of the pack. His heart pounded; everything he'd learned and worked for all his life, would go to waste if he helped this human.
Taking a single step forward, he tilted his head curiously. The human lifted its head just enough to get a good look at him, but it feel back down against the tree in defeat. The poor thing had no more fight left in it, and its breathing was growing more shallow by the minute. What was once a simple border patrol had turned into something much more, and as much as he hated to admit it, the alpha had no idea what to do.
Injured, cold, alone, and scared, a human pup walked through the forest. Along with a handful of bruises and scrapes, her left leg gushed with blood from a nasty fall down some boulders, and as much as she tried to stop the bleeding with a cloth she tied around it, the warm substance kept coming out. Her long dark hair was windblown with leaves and twigs entangled in it, and she was pretty sure that she'd hit her head on something. The girl had no idea how long she'd been walking, and assumed it'd been quite a long time since the sun was creeping over the horizon. Sitting down with a thud, she huddled against a tree, wrapping her hands protectively around her legs. Finally able to catch her breath, tears starting to fall down her face and onto the pine needles bellow. Memories of the plane crash flooded her head, and even though she tried to push them away, she knew that they'd be there forever. Her family, the pilot... all dead. Well, she presumed they were dead, in which doing so, there was no stopping the steady flow of tears.
The cry of a coyote in the distance snapped her out of her state of shock, but only made things worse. Of course there was always a possibility of a rescue, but out here, in the middle of nowhere, was rescue even an option? The only scenario that she was able able to imagine was herself being ripped apart by the wilderness and its creatures, a dreadful and untimely death. All her life, she'd never been a nature person, and just sitting by a tree gave her the shivers. A big, black, ugly spider could be crawling up her back and she'd never even know it! Scooting away from the tree, she scrambled to reach her back and brush it off, just in case.
After who knows how long of high pitched coyote howls, they soon died down, almost at the exact same time as the sun fully rose. Everything was starting to become fuzzy and her head started to spin. Looking up to the sky, the sun's bright beauty kept her attention until a rustle in the leaves snapped her back to the living. Blood dripping onto her forehead and into her eye, she squinted to see what might be behind the trees. Was this her end? Her short, 15 years of life, ended before it had even started.
~~~
Letting out a sigh, Storm padded through the moor and towards the forest. Honestly, he had no reason to be sighing, seeing how life was pretty peaceful at the moment, but for some reason, the older wolf had an odd feeling in his gut. Birds sang their morning song, a gentle breeze swayed within the trees; life was literally perfect. Well, all except for the coyotes. Those mangy dogs roamed freely around Slough creek, not having a care in the world about borders or discipline. In the few years that he lead his pack, coyotes were never a direct problem, although patrols often found the destroyed remains of small deer, one in which they most likely tore to shreds while it was still breathing. Their whole way of life was weird, brutal, and even their barks seemed senile. Those beasts will never touch my pack, over my dead body. Just thinking about the coyotes stealing pups made his fur stand on edge.
Shaking away the horrible thoughts, he kept on walking at a steady pace, realizing that this peaceful life wouldn't last for ever and he needed to seize the moment. Avikii's pack was growing in numbers, and a battle over food for the cold season was inevitable. Although he had to congratulate his friend for speed and numbers, Bison was, and always would be stronger. It wasn't like they were huge, bulky, and couldn't run, but when it came to combat, they dominated the ring. Besides, what was the fun of a battle, if all you did was run around taunting your foe? Giving a light sneer at the thought, he trotted over to a small puddle, lapping up the cold water.
As he got closer to the forest, his mind wandered until a strange, sour scent hit his nose. Stopping in his tracks, Storm stood at the edge of the forest. Along with the stench of blood that covered up any other scents, there was something horribly familiar about it. Trying to calm his now rapid breathing, memories of a distant, yet chaotic day came back to him. The day that humans invaded the valley, taking his pack mates and himself hostage, putting little tags on them. Thankfully, no one was harmed, but any mention of those weird smelling, ugly creatures made him angry. Their ugly, half naked bodies, and horrible stench made their kind unforgettable, and unfortunately, the only thing he wished for was to forget them.
Continuing forward at a more cautious and slower pace, Storm kept his head low and ears open, looking around at his sides and flank, just in case something was waiting to ambush him. He was downwind from what ever was ahead, and the gentle breeze blew the strong scent towards him, which practically made him choke. Coming to a halt, the wolf needed a moment to think about what he was doing. What if he ran into a pack of coyotes or a bear? Or a... human? No, it wasn't possible. They never strayed from their territory unless needed, and he'd almost never seen humans in Slough Creek randomly. So what would be the reason for a strayed human?
He knew what ever was injured would be just ahead, and with one, good last look behind him, Storm padded forward, almost scared to find out what the scent was. The worst thing it could be would be a bear, or even worse, a bear cub, but if it was a single human, he'd have no problem putting it out of its misery. Trying to take a deep breath, which actually came out shallow, he finally reached a small clearing beneath the dense trees, and instantly, his hackles raised and a low growl emitted from deep within his throat.
A bloody, and mangled human pup laid against a tree, half conscious. What in the world... Part of him wanted to run away, back to his pack, his safety, but the other part was intrigued. A human, well, not just a human, but a human pup was in the middle of no where, and not another human in sight. The pup's blood stench filled the once pure air around him, and by the sound of the groan it gave, it wasn't going to last much longer on its own. Sniffing the air, Storm wanted to make sure there wasn't anyone around. His instincts told him to run, run as fast as he could, leave the human to meet its much needed death. But for some reason... the empty and lonely void that held a solid grip on his heart was filled with an unknown source of compassion. This human pup was half dead, and he knew that the best was would be to kill it, but it was still young, thus having a long life ahead of it to live. Besides, wolves weren't savages, and he couldn't think of killing an innocent being, no matter what the species. For what seemed like ages, Storm contemplated what to do. He knew that if he helped it, life would never be normal again. His pack mates would most likely doubt his loyalties, and even if they forgave him, he'd forever be know as the wolf who helped a human over the safety of the pack. His heart pounded; everything he'd learned and worked for all his life, would go to waste if he helped this human.
Taking a single step forward, he tilted his head curiously. The human lifted its head just enough to get a good look at him, but it feel back down against the tree in defeat. The poor thing had no more fight left in it, and its breathing was growing more shallow by the minute. What was once a simple border patrol had turned into something much more, and as much as he hated to admit it, the alpha had no idea what to do.
