Willow Ridge a rolling thunder

Random Event: Willow Ridge, a howling, keening blizzard blasts your territory, making it both hazardous and uncomfortable to be out in the open. Sven is howling for all WR wolves to return to the den; no ic penalty for not being able to make it, he's just trying to keep everyone safe in the storm. Anyone is welcome to say they're already in the den with him.

the devil is & always will

Earlier in the day it had been clear that a storm was moving in, the sky a dark gray even when the sun was at its highest. Yet Sven had not expected the suddenness and ferocity with which the blizzard would hit. In mere moments the day had gone from relative calm to lethal as the wind picked up and blasted snow against everything standing in its way. The willows creaked and groaned against the tired, the frozen tendrils sheered of their snowy encasements as the gale whipped them about. Great amounts of snow dumped from the sky, and soon it was piling up against the entrance of the den.

Sven howled, as loudly and as strongly as he could. It would be a battle to be heard over the wind, but hopefully the pack would receive his message. No matter their current business, it could wait for the storm to recede. He did not want to lose any of them to the blizzard, and they would all need to keep each other warm through the night.

As he waited for the pack to gather, he continuously stepped outside, using his pale paws to clear the snow and sending up another howl each time.

be a gentleman.

not looking for some fairytale bliss

Leotie had been out by her tree watching the ice that had formed on the steam next to it. She'd been hunting already and she'd done a patrol so she didn't have much else that she wanted to do until later. All through her work she had noticed that sky and that it seemed like a storm of some kind was blowing in. She kept a close eye on it as she worked but once she settled down under the tree she didn't see how the sky changed or the weather.

It wasn’t until the sounds of the blizzard reached her ears. The Willow above her creaking and it's bare limbs whipping around, the snow was falling so fast that she couldn't see in front of her. Just as she thought she heard Sven's voice faintly above the loudness of the storm a burst of wind sent snow into her face.

The Agouti woman didn't move, what if she got lost. This wasn't fog but it was just as bad maybe even worse. She could get lost trying to find her way back to the den. Then she would wander away from the willows and maybe never find her way back. Her ear flicked again when she thought she heard Sven's howl through the din of the storm. She was afraid to move from under the tree but she knew she couldn't stay there. With a sigh she rose to her feet and listened for Sven's howl once more.

Leotie didn't move quickly she would move a few steps before listening for Sven. She repeated this process trying to find him through the blizzard.

i want something just like this

(This post was last modified: Feb 18, 2018, 01:25 AM by Leotie.)

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