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Post by gerlin on Aug 31, 2014 13:51:13 GMT 1
(ooc: thanks! Very interesting!)
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Post by Sasa on Sept 7, 2014 19:45:45 GMT 1
As Waterfall's second wristband was soaking in Arrow's blood she started to get agitated. "Why is no one around?!" She grunted. She had tried to call for Morning-Glow with her mind, but somehow she hadn't managed to reach him. He was there, but somehow his mind hadn't responded at all. Very unusual. And no word from Stormcall, although Arrow is his mate. It hadn't escaped her that Palepelt had left off with a group of elves. "What is going on here?" She muttered to herself. "Everyone seems to be out of their wits." She commented to Arrow while using her free hand to un-knot her hairband from around her neck. She threw the blood-stained wristband on the ground and replaced it with the hairband on Arrow's nose. With a quick look she noticed an elf only few paces away. "Hey, you! Get me some dried airpuff sprouts and a cup of hot water before our friend here bleeds out!" She commanded. "And a cloth soaked in cold water." She added in. OOC: Anyone is free to tag here  |
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Post by gerlin on Sept 13, 2014 12:43:38 GMT 1
"Right" Thundergrace said. She had been too busy with Cinder throwing a toddler tantrum to notice Waterfall needing help with Arrow. "Patience", she wished the healer, as she hurried away to get the items Waterfall needed. Behind her, she could hear Cinder starting to wail. Again. She sighed, it was good to have something elsemto do, even for a little while.
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Post by Sofia on Sept 13, 2014 21:56:52 GMT 1
Arrow tried his best to keep still as Waterfall kept his nose pinched shut, but was a bit distracted as he tried to reach out to Stormcall, only for his sending to go unreceived.
It was clear that Stormcall was unhurt, but something was distracting and scaring him enough that there was no time for sending.
Agitated, Arrow sent to Waterfall and anyone else that wished to hear:
**There is something very wrong happening in the place Palepelt and the others went! Stormcall won't answer my sendings!**
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Post by stephanie on Sept 14, 2014 7:16:05 GMT 1
Featherfoot, with Wishpond in tow, arrived at a run, her delicate face pale. Looking frantically, she located Keensight, and stammered, "Keensight, there is trouble!" Unable to form her thoughts into words, she sent desperately, trying to convey the situation past the overwhelming panic. ~**And there is one who claims to be a High One! My chief, what will we do?**~
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Post by Sasa on Sept 14, 2014 18:56:09 GMT 1
*First Morning-Glow, now Stormcall.* Waterfall agreed that something was defintely amiss. And then Featherfoot and Wishpond dashed to the scene. The healer froze at the word of High One. *A High One? There is a High One?* There was nothing Watefall wished more than to meet a High One. So many emotions bubbled inside her that she couldn't recognize any individual one. But she didn't forget what was right in front of her. She was torn between doing her duty and to run off to see the elf claiming to be a High One. Yet the choice was obvious to her. Beyond anything else, she was the healer. At least she finally got someone to get her what she needed to stop Arrow's nosebleed.
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Post by Sofia on Sept 15, 2014 12:41:44 GMT 1
**Waterfall, I must go to him,** Arrow sent, reluctant to pull away from Waterfall's ministrations incase he make his injury worse. **Stormcall is scared. I can't leave my lovemate to face something without me. And a High One at that! Please, I have to go there!**
Keensight, along with Redfur, got up from the furs they were seated on. "Lead the way," he said to Featherfoot. "I think this is something I must see for myself before I make decisions about it."
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Post by stephanie on Sept 15, 2014 18:04:48 GMT 1
She nodded nervously, still holding Wishpond firmly by the hand. His presence was the only thing she drew comfort from currently. Silently, she led the way.
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Post by Sasa on Sept 15, 2014 19:01:27 GMT 1
Waterfall could not deny Arrow to go. She moved the headband slightly away from Arrow's nose. **The bleeding is decreasing. I'll ask Thundergraze to meet up with us.** She followed by sending to Thundergraze. ~**Featherfoot came with suprising tiding. There is someone claiming to be a High One. After you get dried airpuff, hot water and cold cloth, please meet up with us. We will follow Featherfoot and Wishpond.**~ Then she returned to assist Arrow. "Hold on to this cloth and keep it on you nose. Make sure to not tilt your head back. If you feel dizzy, you must sit down." She gestured Arrow to stand up. **Let's go.**
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Post by gerlin on Sept 17, 2014 13:29:52 GMT 1
~**Can you take Cinder with you?**~, ThunderGrace replied quickly, ~**I'll see you the... Wait! What? A High One?!**~
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Post by Live on Sept 17, 2014 22:03:52 GMT 1
OOC: Guys, I'm so sorry I went missing like that! For some reason, the forum stopped sending me any notifications, even though I have every thread bookmarked. D: *bonks it repeatedly with a frying pan* If it weren't for Sofia emailing me, I would still be in the dark about it, so thank you for bringing it to my attention, Sofia. <3 I've had to read up on a lot of action that I've missed. Stephanie, sorry for leaving you hanging like that! Thanks for dragging Wishpond around in my absence.  (And weirdly, I don't seem to have the normal reply button anymore, just quick reply.  Oh forum, why must you be such a mischief maker?) IC: Wishpond came to a stumbling halt beside Featherfoot, panting heavily. How could she have more stamina than him after almost collapsing against him when she had used that strange magic? His cheeks flushed from the sprint, he let Featherfoot share the news with Keensight as he caught his breath. "There's also something odd happening with Claw, Keensight," he added after she had relayed the information, if a bit chaotically, in sending. "First she challenged one of the wolfbloods and lost, but then she started acting... merry. Like she had just eaten a basket of dreamberries. And she ranted something about how the High One would reward her." He exchanged a concerned glance with Featherfoot at his side, before making eye contact with Keensight again. **There is something very strange and wrong happening. We need to hurry, or there will be blood.** As Featherfoot began leading the Chiefs to the scene, Wishpond tightened his grip on her hand, their shoulders touching as they walked. ~**Are you okay?**~ he locksent to her, turning his face slightly to look at her profile. ~**You almost collapsed earlier... do you need my help? I can carry you, if you wish.**~ He laid his free hand softly upon her forearm, concern reflected in his amber gaze. ~**Don't push yourself more than your body can take.**~ |
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Post by stephanie on Sept 18, 2014 10:37:03 GMT 1
Featherfoot fought to clear her vision; everything swam in front of her. Maybe Wishpond was right - she'd never done magic before, and then her frantic sprint to Keensight had left her exhausted. Her heat pounded heavily in her throat, and she leaned against him gratefully. ~**I - I do not think I need carrying, but...I will not say no to a shoulder.**~ She attempted a smile, but it was tired and strained, and her lock-send betrayed her fear. ~**I am frightened, old friend. I did not think our tribemates capable of such cruelty - and a High One? How could a High One condemn an entire tribe of people, no matter how different they are from us?**~
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Post by gerlin on Sept 18, 2014 14:15:32 GMT 1
Tracker had followed Palepelt, worry etched on his face. He hadn't known what was going on, but a feeling in his gut told him there was trouble. The presence of a High One surprised him, but there was more going on that needed his attention. A quick scan around learned Tracker that one of his tribe seemed to have taken the cubs that had recently been born by one of the she-wolves in the storage tent. He shook his head, looking at the bag filled with squirming cubs, calling for their mother. Enough harm had already been done to the wolf-blooded elves by sending them away, wounded and all. Tracker decided he would help prevent more harm coming to them and their wolves, no matter what. He didn't feel comfortable around the animals, but the cubs should not be hurt. He walked over to the elf holding the bag. "Give that to me", Tracker said with as much authority in his voice as he could.
~**My chief...**~, Tracker sent to Whitewater while looking sternly at the elf carrying the cubs, the old chief needed to know what was going on.
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Post by Sasa on Sept 18, 2014 18:14:36 GMT 1
Waterfall was taken back by Thundergrace's request to take Cinder along. But then again, almost everyone was going. **Cinder, come with us** She sent to the young one. She reached out to Morning-Glow in her mind. He hadn't shared a word or a picture, or much of anything since he went to fetch her back. Yet so much was happening.
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Post by Live on Sept 18, 2014 19:04:50 GMT 1
Wishpond was quick to oblige, looping her arm over his shoulders and wrapping his other arm around her waist in case her knees gave out. He tilted his temple briefly against hers as an act of comfort and unity. ~**I'm frightened, too.**~ He reflected upon the day's bizarre events, a cyclone of chaotic feelings in his chest. ~**It's almost like I don't even know our kin anymore. This... High One,**~ he struggled a bit at the word, his mind still grappling with the idea, ~**...I can't believe they could harbor such malice toward their descendants, their own precious grandchildren.**~
Suddenly tears welled in the harpist's eyes, and he cast his gaze down, blinking them away. The lump in his throat remained. ~**I always thought the High Ones would be elves of deep insight and kindness, powerful but gentle protectors of the weak. Then this one comes and treats the weakest of all, the newborn, as mere playthings to coerce the Wolfriders to do his bidding. Such blatant heartlessness and shameless cruelty, as if it was the most natural thing in the world...**~ He shook his head softly, black locks falling into his face. The utter disillusionment and sadness in his heart was unconcealed in his lock-send. ~**How could I have been so wrong, Featherfoot? Is that truly what we come from?**~
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(And weirdly, I don't seem to have the normal reply button anymore, just quick reply. 
Oh forum, why must you be such a mischief maker?)
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