07-03-2018, 06:12 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]The arrival of a tidal wave had served as something of a shock to the former desert-dweller.
For sure, he had known it could happen, but tidal waves were rare- he would’ve thought himself more likely to be struck by lightning. Even so, life was all about the unlikely, and there was no such thing as status quo. Even the strongest had to run from nature from time to time.
Paper had initially returned to the shore to determine the status of his hut, and possibly recover his ruby. As he stood on the bare sand, however, his good ear picked up the sounds of a wailing kitten- whose voice he didn’t recognize. What were they doing out on the beach at a time like this? Whoever they were, he ought to bring them back to the others, and possibly chew them out for running away.
The first thing he saw as he approached, though, was a whale, lying lifeless on the sand. Next to them was the kit, their dorsal fin and whale-like tail catching Paper’s eye. Raising a brow, he jogged over to the kit, about to ask why they had wandered out in the path of the tsunami- even to see a beached whale.
A few feet away, he finally deciphered the young girl’s crying as pleading for her mother.
Paper came to an abrupt stop, his brows furrowing. How and why the half-whale hybrid had arrived on the shore was of little concern- he could tell she had probably been beached alongside her mother, but what had happened after that could be asked about later. With a heavy sigh, he glanced at the fallen whale, then back at the child. She would need time to grieve, but her safety was more important at this point.
”Are you hurt?” he asked lowly, drawing slightly closer to the child. She wasn’t bleeding out or anything, and she could stand, but she could still have been bruised or suffered blunt force trauma from crashing into debris. Reaching a paw towards her, he continued, ”We can help you. But Caesar’s right, it’s not safe out here.”
For sure, he had known it could happen, but tidal waves were rare- he would’ve thought himself more likely to be struck by lightning. Even so, life was all about the unlikely, and there was no such thing as status quo. Even the strongest had to run from nature from time to time.
Paper had initially returned to the shore to determine the status of his hut, and possibly recover his ruby. As he stood on the bare sand, however, his good ear picked up the sounds of a wailing kitten- whose voice he didn’t recognize. What were they doing out on the beach at a time like this? Whoever they were, he ought to bring them back to the others, and possibly chew them out for running away.
The first thing he saw as he approached, though, was a whale, lying lifeless on the sand. Next to them was the kit, their dorsal fin and whale-like tail catching Paper’s eye. Raising a brow, he jogged over to the kit, about to ask why they had wandered out in the path of the tsunami- even to see a beached whale.
A few feet away, he finally deciphered the young girl’s crying as pleading for her mother.
Paper came to an abrupt stop, his brows furrowing. How and why the half-whale hybrid had arrived on the shore was of little concern- he could tell she had probably been beached alongside her mother, but what had happened after that could be asked about later. With a heavy sigh, he glanced at the fallen whale, then back at the child. She would need time to grieve, but her safety was more important at this point.
”Are you hurt?” he asked lowly, drawing slightly closer to the child. She wasn’t bleeding out or anything, and she could stand, but she could still have been bruised or suffered blunt force trauma from crashing into debris. Reaching a paw towards her, he continued, ”We can help you. But Caesar’s right, it’s not safe out here.”
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo