Post by nahuel on Apr 6, 2008 8:10:41 GMT -5
Lightning flashed above, and thunder rumbled in the distance. It was dark, although only midafternoon - a massive black cloud hung low overhead. Lightning rippled inside it.
Nahuel thought, for a moment, that he might be able to stay out during the storm. He reconsidered fairly quickly; in fact, as soon as there was another flash of lightning. He'd seen trees struck by the fire from above before, and hanging out in the middle of a storm wasn't pleasant anyway. Especially one this big.
It was dry as a bone out, despite the oncoming storm. He trotted into a large area of wreckage, leftover from the legendary human invasion. Nahuel stopped to look around, ears pointed curiously.
Long sheets of tin were around, as well as wood and heavy bars of metal. It seemed almost as dangerous as the storm itself, but Nahuel was unlikely to find a better place for miles. The wasteland didn't provide much in the way of shelter.
The black he-wolf glanced behind him, noted a brilliant flash on the faroff horizon, and turned to head into the piles of wreckage.
It was easy enough to go, as someone or something had made a sort of pathway through the junk. Nahuel couldn't imagine what it was..no deer, wolf, or bird was strong enough to lift any of this. It didn't appear to matter, though.
What really bothered the black wolf was the fact that he couldn't see much of anything around. It wasn't the dark that kept him from doing so, although certaintly that helped - it was mainly the junk itself. Who knew what he might run into. Snakes and spiders, most likely, but also rats and even other wolves.
He followed the path through, looking for an intact den or a pile of something that would lend itself well to denning. A pile of sheet metal caught his eye; three of the long pieces had fallen in a way that left a wolf-sized opening in them. Nahuel sniffed around them cautiously.
Something hissed warningly within. The fur on Nahuel's hackle went up immediately, and he backed away and turned to move on. It had sounded more like a cat than a snake, but Nahuel didn't want to mess with either.
The pathway ended a few yards after that with a massive thing, painted all yellow. Nahuel studied it for a moment..there was a big trench or something on the front, a smallish box on top that wouldn't offer much shelter, and an area beneath that provided several feet of cover.
Nahuel leaned down to peer inside. He didn't feel particularly like going under there..it seemed pretty dry, but it was also rather dark.
A flash of lightning and a fat drop of rain made up his mind for him. Nahuel slipped underneath the thing.
It was, in fact, plenty dry beneath, and didn't appear to have any hedgewogs or porcupines. The beneath of the big yellow thing had long pipes and such - probably its guts. They smelled of oil and old, rusted human things, but it didn't appear that any of the aforementioned predators had been there recently. Nahuel relaxed as much as he ever did and looked out at the rain.
It was pouring down in sheets all around now, with a strong smell of suddenly soaked earth and lightning. As always, it made the black wolf somewhat lonely - crusading was not the most social of lives - and a bit tired. He shut his eyes for a moment.
When he opened them, it was to see a faint silouhette through the rain. Nahuel's ears went up and he stared.
It wasn't there anymore, if it had indeed ever been. The wolf raised his head slightly anyway, tail twitching, and stared through the curtain of rain that hung around his temporary den.
Still didn't look like anything. But Nahuel was sure he'd seen it...
He put his head back down, ears still pointed into the rain, and watched. It looked like he'd be here for a while, since the storm showed no sign of lessing up. He might as well keep an eye out for the other wolf...if it had, actually been a wolf.
Actually, his denning was short-lived. Nahuel had dozed off and was quietly dreaming about..well, he couldn't recall..when he suddenly felt wet. The black wolf jerked awake, raised his head, and promptly banged it on the object above him. He yelped and put his head back down again. He'd forgotten about the thing's belly that was his ceiling.
A quick glance around showed why exactly he was wet. The rain had, somewhere up on a slope, caused a small flood of water to come downhill. Nahuel now knew why there had even been room under the thing to for a wolf anyway - water had washed away the ground underneath.
Stupid. The black wolf sighed wearily..looked like today wasn't his best. He might as well stay underneath, since the top of him was still dry. The rain was still going full blast outside, and wouldn't likely let up for a while. Nahuel curled up and set his damp muzzle on his side to keep it out of the water.
Something moved behind him. Nahuel raised his head again, more carefully than last time. It was a small thing, all black-and-white stripes, beady eyes, and long raised tail...
The black wolf scrambled out from under his shelter as quickly as possible, ignoring the rain, and trotted away from it. Just in time, too, as a faint scent of rotten something came from under the yellow thing.
Nahuel sighed again. Well, so much for his shelter..it would stink to high heaven now, and he was totally soaked anyways. The black wolf shook himself, rather ineffectively, and trotted wearily into the rain. Might as well keep going...there was no point in making den if he was soaking wet.
He raised his head and narrowed his eyes against the wet, stopping again. The he-wolf could've sworn he saw a wolf again, out in the rain to his left. Nahuel frowned, ears flattening slightly, and trotted towards it. His paws made splashing noises on the wet ground. Since he was out anyway, he might as well find out if he was really going crazy.
OOC: Done, wordcount 1086...geez.
Feel free to smack into him, be the wolf he keeps seeing, be someone who chased the skunk under the bulldozer with him, etc.
Poor Nahuel.
Nahuel thought, for a moment, that he might be able to stay out during the storm. He reconsidered fairly quickly; in fact, as soon as there was another flash of lightning. He'd seen trees struck by the fire from above before, and hanging out in the middle of a storm wasn't pleasant anyway. Especially one this big.
It was dry as a bone out, despite the oncoming storm. He trotted into a large area of wreckage, leftover from the legendary human invasion. Nahuel stopped to look around, ears pointed curiously.
Long sheets of tin were around, as well as wood and heavy bars of metal. It seemed almost as dangerous as the storm itself, but Nahuel was unlikely to find a better place for miles. The wasteland didn't provide much in the way of shelter.
The black he-wolf glanced behind him, noted a brilliant flash on the faroff horizon, and turned to head into the piles of wreckage.
It was easy enough to go, as someone or something had made a sort of pathway through the junk. Nahuel couldn't imagine what it was..no deer, wolf, or bird was strong enough to lift any of this. It didn't appear to matter, though.
What really bothered the black wolf was the fact that he couldn't see much of anything around. It wasn't the dark that kept him from doing so, although certaintly that helped - it was mainly the junk itself. Who knew what he might run into. Snakes and spiders, most likely, but also rats and even other wolves.
He followed the path through, looking for an intact den or a pile of something that would lend itself well to denning. A pile of sheet metal caught his eye; three of the long pieces had fallen in a way that left a wolf-sized opening in them. Nahuel sniffed around them cautiously.
Something hissed warningly within. The fur on Nahuel's hackle went up immediately, and he backed away and turned to move on. It had sounded more like a cat than a snake, but Nahuel didn't want to mess with either.
The pathway ended a few yards after that with a massive thing, painted all yellow. Nahuel studied it for a moment..there was a big trench or something on the front, a smallish box on top that wouldn't offer much shelter, and an area beneath that provided several feet of cover.
Nahuel leaned down to peer inside. He didn't feel particularly like going under there..it seemed pretty dry, but it was also rather dark.
A flash of lightning and a fat drop of rain made up his mind for him. Nahuel slipped underneath the thing.
It was, in fact, plenty dry beneath, and didn't appear to have any hedgewogs or porcupines. The beneath of the big yellow thing had long pipes and such - probably its guts. They smelled of oil and old, rusted human things, but it didn't appear that any of the aforementioned predators had been there recently. Nahuel relaxed as much as he ever did and looked out at the rain.
It was pouring down in sheets all around now, with a strong smell of suddenly soaked earth and lightning. As always, it made the black wolf somewhat lonely - crusading was not the most social of lives - and a bit tired. He shut his eyes for a moment.
When he opened them, it was to see a faint silouhette through the rain. Nahuel's ears went up and he stared.
It wasn't there anymore, if it had indeed ever been. The wolf raised his head slightly anyway, tail twitching, and stared through the curtain of rain that hung around his temporary den.
Still didn't look like anything. But Nahuel was sure he'd seen it...
He put his head back down, ears still pointed into the rain, and watched. It looked like he'd be here for a while, since the storm showed no sign of lessing up. He might as well keep an eye out for the other wolf...if it had, actually been a wolf.
Actually, his denning was short-lived. Nahuel had dozed off and was quietly dreaming about..well, he couldn't recall..when he suddenly felt wet. The black wolf jerked awake, raised his head, and promptly banged it on the object above him. He yelped and put his head back down again. He'd forgotten about the thing's belly that was his ceiling.
A quick glance around showed why exactly he was wet. The rain had, somewhere up on a slope, caused a small flood of water to come downhill. Nahuel now knew why there had even been room under the thing to for a wolf anyway - water had washed away the ground underneath.
Stupid. The black wolf sighed wearily..looked like today wasn't his best. He might as well stay underneath, since the top of him was still dry. The rain was still going full blast outside, and wouldn't likely let up for a while. Nahuel curled up and set his damp muzzle on his side to keep it out of the water.
Something moved behind him. Nahuel raised his head again, more carefully than last time. It was a small thing, all black-and-white stripes, beady eyes, and long raised tail...
The black wolf scrambled out from under his shelter as quickly as possible, ignoring the rain, and trotted away from it. Just in time, too, as a faint scent of rotten something came from under the yellow thing.
Nahuel sighed again. Well, so much for his shelter..it would stink to high heaven now, and he was totally soaked anyways. The black wolf shook himself, rather ineffectively, and trotted wearily into the rain. Might as well keep going...there was no point in making den if he was soaking wet.
He raised his head and narrowed his eyes against the wet, stopping again. The he-wolf could've sworn he saw a wolf again, out in the rain to his left. Nahuel frowned, ears flattening slightly, and trotted towards it. His paws made splashing noises on the wet ground. Since he was out anyway, he might as well find out if he was really going crazy.
OOC: Done, wordcount 1086...geez.
Feel free to smack into him, be the wolf he keeps seeing, be someone who chased the skunk under the bulldozer with him, etc.
Poor Nahuel.