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RE: Vaken, a sudden storm is producing hail!

when I'm bad I'm better

Luck was not on the boy’s side. It seemed like the north just wasn’t the place for him, no matter how many times he returned. Things were bad for him up here. His experiences with rye fields, lone wolves, wildlife. He just couldn’t win. It would have made sense for him to cut his loses and return to the draw border, call for Garmir and spend a few nights protected there- but he wanted to keep exploring.




He found himself back in the forest, comforted by the familiar security of dense trees for the day. It was cold, a little damp along the floor, but noting miserable. That was- until the rain started. It seemed to come from no where, a sudden downpour. The yearling was quickly covered in it, his fur drenched, weighed down. He let out a sharp howl of annoyance, whining while he walked. There was no way to escape it. The raindrops became larger, heavier- they hurt. The droplets were quickly freezing from the cold, becoming large chunks of hail. “Oh no,” he snarled, dashing through the forest in desperate need of shelter.

(This post was last modified: Oct 01, 2018, 07:50 PM by Vaken.)

She wasn't going to stray too far away from her pack's territory, or so she thought. All Helen wanted was to get a better sense of direction and where her new home was located at. Every now and then, she would lower her head and give the ground a sniff, checking for any scents of preys. It couldn't hurt to bring some food back for her pack on the way. Eyes widened, Helen payed special attention to her surroundings. Of course, she did notice how the huge body of water had finally ended after what seemed like hours of travelling, and give way to solid land. How long had she been travelling for? She had no idea. Perhaps, a day or so.

The landscape quickly turned into a dense forest, with tall trees sticking out everywhere. She surveyed the thick canopy, her head tilted upwards. While her legs were shivering and her fur stood up in the chill, she continued venturing into the new area recklessly. Before she knew it, what felt like berries came pounding down on her, slapping her snout.  "Ow..." she yelped, lowering her snout. They hurt a lot. Stunned, Helen dashed as fast as she could. What were those? Whatever kind of berries they were, they were surely icy cold.

On and on she went, racing across the muddy grounds. No matter how much distance she had put between the scene, the heavy unknown object kept landing on her back. They landed really hard. Wincing, Helen continued with her mad rush, hoping feverishly to get away from the torture of the strange berries. She couldn't help but notice the huge water droplets strewn all across the forest floor. What was so bizarre was that they didn't seep through the mud, but instead appeared to be solid. Under the resounding thuds, Helen could hear the hurried footsteps of someone else. Gritting her teeth, she lifted her head to see another wolf running across the grounds. "Hey!" Without thinking twice, she called out to the stranger. "Wait-up!"

(This post was last modified: Oct 10, 2018, 09:13 AM by Helen.)

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The yearling heard the voice before he saw the woman. He had been too focused on sprinting to realize he had company. The hail was incredibly inconvenient and unwanted. It stabbed at his back, thudding against him with each drop. It wasn’t unbearably painful, but it still hurt. He just wanted to escape it. He didn’t want to stand around and make friends with strangers, so he simply barked at the lady and jerked his head to keep running.




He sized her up as he ran, deciding she was no threat. She clearly had no intention of attacking. She wouldn’t have made herself so obvious if she had. It was hard to catch her scent on the breeze, so he couldn’t quite pinpoint her to a pack. Was she possibly a loner- like him? It was too rainy to notice whether or not she was well-fed, so he simply shrugged it off.




“Stupid rain,” he snarled, glaring at the sky angrily. He turned his attention back to the lady, but simply shrugged his shoulders. They would need to find shelter.

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Helen couldn't blame the stranger's response for she herself was busied with the rather painful storm. She attempted to look up and get a better glance of the stranger, but unfortunately failed to do so. A large chunk of whatever-that-was came down in her direction, slapping her head. Helen was forced to lower her head, and continue dashing as fast as she can.

On and on she went, leaping over huge, solid, bizarre-looking rain droplets strewn all over the forest floor. She had no idea where she would find shelter in this area, for she had never been here before. Perhaps the stranger knew where to find one. "Uhm, do you know where to find shelter here?" Helen asked, wincing as yet another painful raindrop fell on her. Before she knew it, she felt her front paw knocking into a rather large stone. For just a moment, she lost her balance. Helen lunged forward with a yelp escaping her mouth, before collapsing onto the muddy ground. The icy chill of the hard rain droplets stung from beneath her. "Urgh," she grunted, straightening her legs as she hastily got herself up.

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Things were chaotic. The sound of the storm, the pain of the heavy hail, the woman’s arrival. It was a lot of sensory overload. The boy could not keep his attention on one thing in particular, moving his focus from straight-forward to the woman. He slowed his stride when he saw she was trying to keep up, allowing her to match his stride. It was then that she fell face-first into the ground. Ouch. The boy watched in disbelief, taking two more steps before stopping. He couldn’t just leave her like this, could he? He sighed, shook his head and then moved back towards her. He offered his help by pressing his body weight against hers, making himself stable and trying to shield her from the rain. “There’s an abandoned den close to here,” he reported calmly. “Follow me.”

It might slow him down. He wasn’t sure just how quick the woman was, but she clearly was clumsy. It didn’t matter. He was doing his weekly act of kindness by inviting her along.

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Maybe the torture of the storm wasn't that painful after all. A much excruciating agony struck her front paw as she lay face-first on the moist forest floor. The mud in her mouth tasted repulsive and she spat it out almost immediately, her nose wrinkled in disgust. Wincing a little, Helen stretched out her legs, and straightened them. She felt her paw sliding across the slippery icy cold water droplet, and she gave a little yelp for the third time that day. However, this time, the clumsy one managed to regain her balance in time. Standing on all four limbs, Helen felt the unbearable pain on her front paw, and shifted her weight to her other three legs. First, the crazy storm that rains solid water droplets. Now, maybe, a sprained ankle. This probably wasn't the best day.

Helen had not expected the stranger to slow down for her. Gritting her teeth, she hobbled clumsily, attempting to focus in the distance. She was hoping to at least make out the figure of the other wolf running ahead of her. However, he was nowhere in sight. In the pain of her paw, and the constant drumming of the water droplets on her back, it was nearly impossible to keep track of what was going on anymore. That was when she realised that lesser and lesser of the strange frozen droplet landed on her. She felt more weight supporting her as she continued to limp. Befuddled, she tossed a glance to her side to find the wolf pressing his body against hers, shielding her from the strange icy objects. She widened her eyes a little, in disbelief that the stranger actually cared to help her. "Thanks," she mouthed, grateful for his actions. The lady vowed to repay his kindness someday.

On and on they went, Helen following the lead of the stranger. She trusted that the stranger knew the way. Helen was certain that she was slowing him down. Feeling partly guilty for that, Helen spoke, "You can go ahead. I'll catch up later."

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In response to the lady, the instinctive boy snorted in dismissal. He wasn't going to leave her here now that he was already helping, it didn't make sense. He had set his mind on it and there was nothing she could say to change it. The rain wasn't pleasant, but he was already soaked. It didn't matter. "Don't worry about it," he rebutted dryly. It wasn't the worse deal in the world. Softening his features, he tried to offer her a genuine look of reassurance. He didn't have any plans, no pressing matters- a little stroll wouldn't kill him, hail or not. "Besides, you don't even know where the den is."

He tried to focus more on her now that they were talking. It was clear tripping had caused her a bit of pain, something the boy had no knowledge on how to fix. He was not a medic. He sighed, returning focus to the forest in front of them. Shelter wasn't too far away, but would she make it? "How bad does it hurt?"

Vaken wasn't a big boy. He probably weighed the same as the woman beside him, maybe even less. He couldn't carry her. They'd both look foolish trying it, but what other options were there? She'd just have to tough it out. Ouch.

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After her rather painful fall, Helen knew that it would take even longer to get to the shelter. She was only going to slow the stranger down. The stranger that had so kindly support her and protect her from the storm. She was feeling guiltier by the moment. However, the stranger continued to help her along as she hobbled forward. The reassurance from him did not stop her from feeling ashamed for slowing him down, but she accepted the help anyways. He was one kind soul that she would remember.

"It's not that bad... I think I've sprained my ankle or something," she announced calmly. "It really isn't that painful." She tried testing her injured paw, extending it and placing it on the muddy ground. As she slowly shifted her weight to it, she felt the same excruciating pain striking from her ankle. Helen winced a little. She still couldn't bear the pain of walking with her left front paw, so she continued supporting the weight of her body with her other three good legs.

It seemed forever that they were going to reach the abandoned den. The journey there seemed to stretch on for miles, or maybe it was just because they were proceeding rather slowly. "How much further do we need to walk to reach the den?"

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The boy tried to estimate a time, his brain spinning in circles when he considered the slowness of their speed. It wasn’t far, but they weren’t moving especially fast either. He pressed his lips in a tight line and make a clicking sound with his mouth. “Ten minutes?” It seemed like a solid enough answer, though he may have been rounding down a fair amount. It would definitely feel longer than that, with the painful hail and her wounded ankle.




He did feel pity for her. He had never wounded a bone like that. It was apparent from her limp that it was incredibly difficult to move on. He wasn’t a doctor, he didn’t know how to help her other than offering more support with his body. “Pretty klutzy huh?” He teased. He didn’t want to make the walk there worse than it needed to be, surely poking fun at the situation would help. “You fall often?”

(This post was last modified: Oct 22, 2018, 08:44 PM by Vaken.)

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