04-09-2021, 03:22 PM
DO YOU MIND IF I WILD OUT
AUBERON -- MASC/NONB. -- THE FROSTBLOWN -- SAGE -- MEDIUM DIFFICULTY
Vicious the last few days of thunder high above, dry lightning cracking in clouds descending from mountain peaks in furious grays and blues. Angry the gods of thunder wherever they may be, sending down lashing curtains of water as if to punish the mortals far below. Howling the winds that announced the presence of the coming storm. Aching his bones as he stared at the skies so turbulent above, worry set in his brows as he laid in the last fading rays of sunshine. He had a strange feeling about the weather this time, he'd noticed the amount of mud and the growling of the mountain over the last few days - a change was coming.
Getting to his paws, the akhlut would let the first drops of rain fall upon his face, head to the skies as he inhaled and exhaled. Ears perked up as tension ran the length of his body, the gurgling growling roar catching his ears as he turned with the urgency of a thousand strikes, "EVERYONE GET TO HIGH GROUND NOW!", he roared, already seeing the sludge of the river consuming the terrain in wicked surges and waves. Eyes narrowing as he belted out once more, "I REPEAT, GET TO HIGH GROUND NOW! FLASHFLOOD! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!"
He wasn't concerned about himself, he was meant for the water, and even with all matters of debris in the water- he needed to be able to rescue his grouomates that relied on him. Departing from his prior resting place on camp's main grounds, praying to whatever gods were listening that those still out in the territory had mind enough to climb somewhere above the water's violent torrent. Paws splashing into sludge as the wicked moving water came crashing towards him, all of his muscles screaming as he braced for the impact of the water crashing over him, body disappearing in the current without reappearing. He would be fine, he was a strong swimmer. His concern was everyone else in camp and within the territory. If anybody was stuck, he would try to get to them - if only he'd had a little more warning about the weather than he could have trained them in preparation!
Getting to his paws, the akhlut would let the first drops of rain fall upon his face, head to the skies as he inhaled and exhaled. Ears perked up as tension ran the length of his body, the gurgling growling roar catching his ears as he turned with the urgency of a thousand strikes, "EVERYONE GET TO HIGH GROUND NOW!", he roared, already seeing the sludge of the river consuming the terrain in wicked surges and waves. Eyes narrowing as he belted out once more, "I REPEAT, GET TO HIGH GROUND NOW! FLASHFLOOD! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!"
He wasn't concerned about himself, he was meant for the water, and even with all matters of debris in the water- he needed to be able to rescue his grouomates that relied on him. Departing from his prior resting place on camp's main grounds, praying to whatever gods were listening that those still out in the territory had mind enough to climb somewhere above the water's violent torrent. Paws splashing into sludge as the wicked moving water came crashing towards him, all of his muscles screaming as he braced for the impact of the water crashing over him, body disappearing in the current without reappearing. He would be fine, he was a strong swimmer. His concern was everyone else in camp and within the territory. If anybody was stuck, he would try to get to them - if only he'd had a little more warning about the weather than he could have trained them in preparation!