Red Fern Forest lightning, so frightening

RE: Violent thunderstorms over take Relic Lore!

It felt so weird being in the lore after so long. but Ryker was enjoying the freedom to explore the land now, even if he was with his sister and their 'guardian'. All he had ever known was the Notch and the pack their parents made outside the lore. So everything was exciting for him. New sights and smells that drew him in over this side of the mountain made him wonder why he never ventured further away.

Even now, it was late at night now, with most everything sleeping. Yet Ryker found he couldn't sleep, because he was tucked away in an old den, made by who or what he wasn't sure but it allowed him to peer out it's entrance and watch as thick dark clouds rolled above, flashes of lightning and distant rumbles of thunder echoing in the sky.

Would it rain? or would the clouds keep on going and continue warning others of impending doom if they doesn't scatter and run for shelter?

As the sky growled angrily above the shallows sleep evaded the tawny boy, causing him to flop around restlessly as he attempted to find a comfortable position against the cool stone. But, despite his efforts, nothing came. He was left wide-eyed in the darkness of the den, his over-sized paws hanging limply over his chest as he examined the dark ceiling above him. A hushed, exasperated sigh escaped him as he rolled to his stomach and scrambled (as quietly as possible) away from the sleeping Edge wolves. A roll of thunder echoed through the sky as he sauntered through the trees—south, toward the forest filled with crimson ferns.

The darkness greeted him like an old friend as he streaked through the woods, his paws placed carefully in front of each other as his mismatched gaze sifted through the dark, juniper-coloured trees. It was foolish of him to disappear into the trees without the company of another, especially with coyotes lurking around, but he couldn’t stop his paws from moving. His pace slowed as the lush, rust-coloured leaves caressed his sides. A heavy sigh caused his shoulders to sag in relief as he glanced, almost nervously, around the dark forest.

The thunder came once more, louder than before, causing the boy to turn his chin to the dark clouds above. His nose wrinkled. Maybe he should have woken @Hawthorne to keep him company…

(This post was last modified: May 16, 2018, 03:49 AM by Sachiel.)

ridge is a mature character

aka he curses a lot due to his frustation with his memory loss

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ridge associates colours with moods/feelings & uses them to describe others

Wincing slightly when a particularly loud bang of thunder rolled by, Ryker tucked his paws under his chin and wondered if he should try take a nap while the storm raged on. He knew it wasn't exactly safe to roam alone right now, what with the small snippets of coyotes he had caught. Plus being caught out in the storm wasn't an ideal situation either.

But as the clouds kept rumbling their warnings of what was to come, his ears pricked at another sound. Frowning, Ryker lifted his head at what sounded like a...sigh? Maybe it was just the wind playing tricks on him? Because surely no one would be out in the weather. Poking his head out of the den, Ryker swung his head around in an attempt to figure out the sound and where it came from.

You realize that two coyotes have been following you.

Of course coyotes would find him. Poor Sachiel was becoming a beacon for the mangy creatures no matter where he went and it was becoming more apparent to the agouti boy that he should just stay put in the shallows until the coyote vacated the nearby territories. His only fear, though, was that it would take months for the coyotes to disappear and Sachiel would be driven mad by staying confined within the Edge borders.

His pace quickened as he realized that he was no longer alone—two coyotes had been spotted lurking in the nearby trees, watching him. His steps were quick and deliberate as he searched for somewhere to hide until the storm dissipated. The coyotes didn’t appear to be aggressive (yet). These ones were slow moving and curious, which worked in the agouti’s favour.

He ducked below the ferns, his body flattening against the cool ground as he searched for somewhere to hide. First he somersaulted along the ground, using the soft forest floor to mask his scent before scooting below the large, crimson leaves. An unfamiliar face caught his attention as it peered outside a hole in the ground, capturing the yearling’s interest. You got room for two in there? He whispered as he tried to adopt a calm demeanour despite his ears being painted against the back of his skull. 

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ridge is a mature character

aka he curses a lot due to his frustation with his memory loss

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ridge associates colours with moods/feelings & uses them to describe others