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Post by Eveningsky on Aug 15, 2017 3:56:55 GMT 1
Eveningsky fell to the ground when the group had been called to a stop. She was exhausted. She had started off running, carrying the cubs, but somewhere along the way she had given the precious burden to another elf. Her old wounds had come painstakingly back, making it impossible for her to carry the heavy cubs. She was exhausted. It was only days before she had rejoined her tribe. Now she was fleeing with them again. Could they never find peace again? At least she was still with everyone, not lost and alone. Cloudbird reached out to her, Eveningsky could feel the pain. ~**Sister.**~ She wanted to go to her, but she found she could not get up. The wound by her collar bone was throbbing with a pain that blinded her.
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Post by Cloudbird on Aug 15, 2017 4:01:35 GMT 1
Cloudbird closed her eyes, trying to focus past the pain. Wordlessly she placed a hand on her abdomen, hissing when she accidentally put too much pressure on it. ~**Here. Inside. I think - I think I broke something. Butt of a spear to the ribs.**~ She reached out again mentally for her sister, worry growing. ~**I'm here, 'Sky.**~
Rockclimber sniffed at Morning-Glow from where he held his bondmate steady and then whined insistently. Cloudbird slowly sat, leaning back on her arms to take pressure off the wound, and the wolf laid down next to her, propping her up and licking her face worriedly.
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Post by Evening-Fall on Aug 15, 2017 4:03:42 GMT 1
Evening-Fall was probably one of the elves best off. He had high endurance, from years of dancing for hours straight. He was tired, the sweat falling down his body, but he wasn't exhausted. He had been carrying this and that, to help out. He noticed some elves starting to put furs together. He decided to head that way, to help out. And also to bring them the things he had with him. But his brother had gone off with the things he was carrying. Morning-Glow was sensible. He'd get the materials where needed. Without another thought on that, Evening-Fall joined Dawngazer and Gale. "I have more things here." He said and put down on the ground what he had carried. "How can I help?"
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Post by Bloodcut on Aug 15, 2017 4:14:19 GMT 1
Bloodcut was glad to finally get a break. She leaned down on her knees, taking deep breaths. She hadn't needed to run like that for turns. But unlike many others, she was not injured at all. She had managed to avoid coming in contact with any of the crazied elves. Breath in, breath out. After a moment her breathing calmed down and she straightened up to look around her. That moment she saw Shinefur approach her. The wolf first sat down next to her, then lied down. It was panting from tiredness. Bloodcut had let someone ride him. For a second Bloodcut wondered if the elfess had dropped somewhere on the way. But looking at the wolf, that didn't seem likely. It was calm, although tired. "Stay here." She told the wolf and took off. She could be of some help. The elf Tracker was going down to get water. She wasn't likely to join him. Not when water was involved. Although the storyteller Longsong didn't look up for the task of joining Tracker. Well, not her problem. Bloodcut saw Evening-Fall join Dawngazer and Gale. They seemed to be up to something there. Maybe she should also try to help. Or maybe she could give a hand to the healer. Although she had no great healing skills, she knew how to handle small cuts.
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Post by NPCs on Aug 19, 2017 23:15:25 GMT 1
Greyspear came to a stumbling halt, just able to set down his precious burden of wolf cubs before he collapsed to his knees. Not for the first time he missed his most recent wolf Brownpelt - not only because they had too few wolves for all to ride, but also because the world made no sense anymore and burrying his face in the fur of a bond-friend would have been a welcome relief.
Around him the rest of the tribe had begun to catch their breaths. Well, those who weren't about to faint. He too felt unsteady, even this close to the ground, with whining wolf pups disorientedly crawling their way out of the makeshift sling the group had taken turns carrying them in. Hopefully Softpaws would be well enough to care for her cubs, now that they'd all stopped running.
Hearing Silvereyes cry out in grief nearly stopped Greyspear's heart. He looked up to see his own cub rush off, away from the doubtful safety of the camp towards the even greater danger of the open fields. He was about to call after her when Eveninglight got ahead of him in following her. Still worried, but a little less so, Greyspear chose to instead lock-send to Silvereyes: ~**I know this pain strikes deep, my cub. Do not let it make you foolish. Stay eyes-high and ears-sharp away from the pack!**~
Treebreeze too tried to go after Silvereyes, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
"Leave your sister to her grief," Haze said to Treebreeze, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Eveninglight will give her comfort. You need to help me sort through what food we have, see to it that everyone gets equal shares." He didn't add that he also needed help standing. With the rough crossing of the plains getting to the Children of the Oaks' camp and with no wolf-bond to ride, Haze's body was at its limits. Hopefully Treebreeze would notice without him having to say anything.
Redstreak followed his father's direction, more falling than sitting down on the furs. Quicksand and Lizardstalker quickly followed him, with Childwolf taking up a wobbly but determined guard at the edge of their furs. His wolf-ish yellow eyes glinted in the dark, daring anything to enter the camp and try to get at his brother and the other children.
At the outskirts of the group, Bloodmane did her best to stay on her feet. Her legs wouldn't stop shaking, but she refused to let them buckle. There were mad elves stalking the night and no guarantee that they wouldn't catch up, even if there was no trace of them now. She would not rest until she knew her tribe was safe - and she wouldn't take her eyes off the Children of the Oaks who'd decided to come with them. Who knew how long they'd stay their blades?
Eclipse, also without injuries thanks to lucky dodging, found himself barely able to keep his eyes open. Too tired to think he simply collapsed on the spread out furs, mumbled something about keeping an eye on the cubs, and fell asleep before he'd finished speaking.
Firecry drew in a deep lungful of breath, thanking the High Ones - the real High Ones - that they'd all gotten away safely. Or at least as safe as they could be, out here in the open plains. Dead tired he tried to locate Rainblossom and Cloudshadow. They were likely right beside him, as they'd kept close to each other while running, but his eyelids were so heavy and his mind so fuzzy he couldn't quite be sure. ~**Sister? Lovemate?**~
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Post by Longsong on Aug 19, 2017 23:46:38 GMT 1
Distracted by the noises behind him, Longsong turned around to witness Cloudbird's state. But while that made him stifle a gasp, One-Edge was the one who wrenched a sob out of him. With an apologetic glance at Tracker, Longsong hobbled his way over to her as quickly as his aching legs would allow. ~**Lifemate,**~ he lock-sent to One-Edge, tears of exhaustion and fear of loss filling his eyes. ~**What can I do? What do you need?**~ |
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Post by Branchwalker on Aug 19, 2017 23:53:35 GMT 1
Too tired and numb to fully take in his surroundings, Branchwalker didn't have time to react to Silvereyes' offer of a flower until it had hit the ground and the would-be gift giver had fled the camp in an apparent fit of grief. Branchwalker couldn't blame her, but was relieved to see Eveninglight go after her. It wouldn't be wise to let someone blinded by pain and loss run alone into the dawnlit grassland. Other things soon caught his attention. "Oh stars, no!" he yelped, watching how Cloudbird grasped at her side, pain clear on her face. The couldn't lose another tribemate. They couldn't! "Sunsleaf, where are you?" In his panic the gathered elves and wolves melted into a blur. Sunsleaf could at that moment have been standing right in front of him and he wouldn't have been sure it was her. He'd never handled panic too well. OOC: Tag Aphrael ! |
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Post by Dawngazer on Aug 20, 2017 0:26:42 GMT 1
Gritting her teeth, Dawngazer forced herself to turn away from the sight of Cloudbird's pain. I'm no healer. Gawking at her will do her no good. We need water.Turning to Tracker, she said: "Since Longsong isn't coming without, I'll go. Will be heavy to carry all those waterskins on your own." Besides, she'd wanted to get a moment along with one of the Children ever since they'd fled the dead-eyed mob that had tried to kill her and hers. **Does anyone else want to come with us?** she open-sent, including the Children of the Oaks as well as her tribemates. **Could be a good chance to look for possible prey, for tonight's hunt.** They'd need to hunt if they were going to make it...wherever they were running now. OOC: Tag anyone who wants to go looking for water! Tracker , feel free to start a new thread now or after your next post. It's best to have different threads for different locations, to avoid people mistaking things their characters can't hear for being within earshot. Name the thread "At the nearby river" or something like that - or tag me to make the thread in your next post, if you'd rather do it that way. Either works for me  |
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Post by Aphrael on Sept 10, 2017 19:20:31 GMT 1
OOC: I think I have enough put together for a Sunsleaf response...
Her head was pounding, like someone beating the side of a hollow log while she was tucked inside it. They had stopped running and her eyes jumped from elf to elf her mind not even registering who she was looking at for
any given moment.
The thing that finally broke through was when her eyes landed on Branchwalker and the panic she saw there. Still hearing the thumping in her head, she realized it was the racing beat of her own heart and she stumbled as she moved to Branchwalker, reaching out to try and grab his arm. She had to pull herself together, somewhere her bond was nearby having carried wounded.
Suddenly she realized shed been hearing yet not hearing and a panic of her own flitted momentarily across her face, "Cloudbird.." A whisper only, but she turned from Branchwalker her gaze seeking through the tumble of faces.
OOC: Posting from my phone is horrid. I hope I can go back to posting from my tablet soon. It's nice to be able to reference other posts in the thread while making my own.
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Post by Aphrael on Sept 11, 2017 1:57:53 GMT 1
Sureshot sidled up to Dawngazer with a collection of half and mostly empty skins. His bow and quiver across his back, "Here are more skins, and I guess I could come along. Has to be something we can fill bellies with."
Squirrel followed Quicksand and Lizardstalker, her eyes searching Redstreak for injuries as she piled the furs she was collecting from everyone, wolf and elf alike.
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Post by Tracker on Sept 17, 2017 11:21:06 GMT 1
Tracker nodded at Dawngazer. "Let us go then", he said, "I was thinking the same, about the prey.", he added, as he started walking out of the makeshift camp. "We'll need food soon. A hunt will be needed." He looked around. "We should also keep our eyes open, to check if we're not being followed. Let's go back our trail for a bit, the stream was in that direction anyway." He sighed. "I don't know what came over my tribesmates..."
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Post by Cloudbird on Sept 19, 2017 22:33:33 GMT 1
Cloudbird saw Sunsleaf and hoped the healer had spotted her. With everything as chaotic as it was, she could easily get lost in the mix. Quietly she sent again, **Sunsleaf-** A sharp pain radiated from her side and it was warm to the touch. Her eyes rolled up to look at Morning-Glow, the pain and fear - for the fear was definitely there - making her reach for him. She needed the comfort she knew his touch would hold; the Recognition was not entirely welcome, but she would be lying to herself if she tried to say she hadn't dreamed that one day she would experience it. Now, of course, the pull was dulled because of her pain. But still, when she looked up and saw his eyes, watching her with worry and hesitation, she smiled in spite of herself. Softly, she locksent to him, ~**You can touch me...Sviik.**~ Like the first time, the soulname breathed through her like wind through trees. This was right. Maybe, just maybe, it would be the bridge between their tribes. ~**Please. I-**~ She could feel his confusion beating at her like a trapped moth - and under it all was fear. ~**He will not bite. Neither will I.**~ |
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Post by Sunsleaf on Sept 29, 2017 19:45:33 GMT 1
Turning from Branchwalker, eyes roaming the faces, Sunsleaf spotted Cloudbird and knew she had to help. Fumbling at the ties across WhiteEars back she pulled free her pack. There were those who need her and she had to focus. The wounded were still wounded and they require assistance, searching the straps she found a single water skin and that would help. Cloudbird first and then she would check on everyone else, ~** I am here, Branchwalker **~
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Post by Branchwalker on Oct 14, 2017 21:59:44 GMT 1
Relief washed through him as Sunsleaf's sending reached him. She was here. She was safe and she would tend to Cloudbird and everything would be well. Or as well as it could be, in their current situation. ~**Thank you,**~ he lock-sent to Sunsleaf, including not only his sense of relief and gratitude, but also his wish to not interfere as she worked. Instead, he turned to where Evening-Fall stood by Gale, having apparently offered help. "Are you...are you sure you wish to help us?" Branchwalker asked him, voice unsteady. "I don't think I've fully understood why you came with us as we fled, but I don't think it was to keep us safe and whole. Why should we trust anything your kind say or do?" He hated that he was trembling with more than exhaustion and that his eyes were wet with tears. He was too tired to fight back his feelings of horror, betrayal and grief. Elves were suppose to be kin! To have been chased away and almost killed by creatures that shared his very blood, even if that blood-bond dated back to the High Ones, had shaken his world view far worse than the strange magic of the false High One ever could. OOC: Since it was forever ago it happened in-game, I'm just posting a general reminder that none of the survivors know they're mortal, while all Children of the Oaks know animal-blood means mortality. Also, no Children of the Oaks know who the "False High One" is - at least none of the Children of the Oaks here with us  |
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Post by One-Edge on Jan 14, 2018 2:43:47 GMT 1
At the sight of Longsong One-Edge tried to say something, but her throat and mouth were too dry to make a sound. She felt dizzy. Despite her side wound having stopped bleeding, she had lost a lot of blood before it had. She didn't have much coherent thought, only the worry for her wolf-bond and the pops. ~**...Softpaws...?**~ She sent meekly to Longsong, the sending filled with worry and a sense of premonition. She had not managed to keep tabs on her bond-friend during the flight.
(OOC: Softpaws is somewhere around, lying down on the ground, having hard time to breath due to the exhaustion and its wounds.)
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