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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 1:50 am
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Rennekae rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2013 7:08 am
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Annchen rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 2:35 pm
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Splashing distracted Wing for a moment, and she tore her gaze away from the small body to watch the little hunting party cross the river. Some lingered on the other side, and she didn't blame them: the current was strong, and Paean nearly was swept downstream. Her already aching heart leapt into her throat, but he made it across safely.
Turning her gaze to Nisha, her sorrow returned full force. The concerned look on her face and her hesitant approach let her know that she had seen the small cub that lay lifeless just a few paces away, and she did her best to keep a mournful noise from leaving her mouth as she spoke.
"Not physically," she said weakly. "Just...just a bit dirty is all. But N-Nari is-" She cut herself off, too emotional to even say it. She couldn't. She knew he was gone, but saying it would be too final. Too real. She shook her head and lowered herself to the ground, covering her head with her paws, wishing she'd wake up and find herself in her den with her small son curled against her for protection.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 6:03 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 3:45 am
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The rest of the group had managed to make their way over the crossing without being swept away by the rushing water. The body of Wingu's son Nari was muddy and hadn't been visible from the other shore, but once everyone was over they could both see and scent that there was no hope for the cub. Those that haven't noticed the tragedy yet will soon hear a whisper about it from someone in the group.
Heimdall placed his large paw on Wing's smaller one in an attempt at wordless comfort. Staying here was not an option. Heim was no medic, but he knew that cold and shock could kill an otherwise healthy adult.
"We should get you somewhere more comfortable," he said to the cheetah.
He looked at little Nari, saddened that the cub never had a chance to experience the joy of his season. He wondered if Wing would be willing to leave him here to be reclaimed by nature, or if she'd want to take her dead cub with her for now.
"We'll have to try to get up to the dens on this shore," he said, and he hoped that there would be no nasty surprises up ahead.
But wait! Someone is walking towards the group on this shore. It's a very muddy hyena, and some might remember seeing him during the festivities if they have a good memory for faces. He must be one of their visitors! His fur is in a mess from all the mud, but you can tell that he probably has a green pelt... Perhaps he can tell them if they can reach the dens that way?
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 5:11 pm
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A warm body beside her, nudging her, and a large paw on hers brought Wing up for a gulp of air. Her eyes were watery but no tears fell any longer - she had cried herself dry. Standing with Nisha's help, she leaned against the larger feline as her legs wobbled beneath her. Her exhaustion was taking its toll on her. Lifting her head, she gazed up at the large blue lion, a whimper leaving her lips.
"Please don't leave him," she said weakly. She couldn't stand the thought of leaving him there, for the river to wash away. He needed a resting place that could be safe from future disasters such as this. Her gaze moved to the newcomer wearily, her mind racing now that help had arrived. Everything was coming back to her now that the shock of finding her cub was wearing off. It was almost as if a memory was trying to push its way to the front of her mind...
"There was something...something downstream," she said weakly, trying to be heard. "During the flood there...there was something big that rushed by in the water. I found a tree to hang on to but...whatever that was didn't. It was larger than me but I can't remember if it was alive or a part of a tree.."
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Sikukuu Pride generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
1!
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Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2013 3:25 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2013 7:51 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 1:12 pm
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((Sorry for dropping the ball for a while there guys. I'll try to wrap things up as soon as I can to avoid dragging this on more than necessary. The plan is a final post in about a week, so you've got time to get some more RP posts in))
Heimdall nodded, without questioning Wingu's request. He frowned a little when she described something big in the water, but didn't ask any follow up questions. For now they needed to find a way to honor the mother's request.
"Could you please help me," he said to Nisha, "I can carry him on my back, but I'm not sure I could get him there."
He lay down in the mud next to the cub, to make it easier to transfer Nari to his back. The little cub couldn't weigh much, and anyone in the group could probably handle his weight, but Heimdall figured that the road might be a bit difficult up ahead.
"It would be very helpful if you could lead the way," he called to the hyena.
Paean couldn't be happier that they were going to move again. The entire situation was creeping him out. He wasn't stupid enough to think that this was the only casualty of the storm, but he kind of hoped that he wouldn't have to see any more up close.
"I'll help you check the ground ahead of us," he quickly offered, making himself useful in a way that didn't involve bodies. Heimdall was a bigger lion than him, offering to carry the cub like that. "I'm Paean, sorry about the state of my season's festivities... You're here visiting, right?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 1:35 pm
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SilverLutz rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 2:06 pm
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Wing oversaw the transport of her son to Heimdall's back, no more tears left in her for the moment. She was glad he wouldn't be left here to be swept downstream, or eaten by something that took advantage of the carnage the flood had brought. Once she was sure he was safe, she turned and began to walk behind the hyena, head low. She was careful where she stepped, making sure not to step in anything too deep, but her paws did get a bit dirty.
Her tail bumped a bush as she walked and a bird burst out of it, making her look up in dull surprise. It flew away without so much as a peep, though, and she went on her way, continuing to pick a careful path. She was exhausted, and the last thing she needed to do was fall back in the river.
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