Burnt Out [Open]

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(OOC: Anyone is welcome here, though a Shaman would be good. Also Aowyn or Anubis would also be awesome.)

An unconscious walk had brought her to the creek - Calandra could not remember traveling to the tumbling little stream, but the lapping waves felt good against her raw body. She awakened on her side, belly and all four legs dangling into the creek, her head slung up onto the bank to avoid the small splashes landing in her eyes and nose.

"How did I get here?" Her voice was a hoarse croak, and the words came with much difficulty, ending in a series of rough coughs. Her hacking brought on a sharp headache and Calandra could not will her legs to pick her up out of the water. Grunting painfully she managed to yank her torso into a more upright position, mismatched eyes peering down the bank. She seemed to be alone - not even Trout was skulking near by. Maybe he could die from volcanos too? She doubted it, he was a ghost after all. Dipping her nose down she lapped at the cool water, and after a hard swallow she fell into another fit of coughing. Her body hurt, and the raw patch of blistered and burnt skin on her rump was starting to throb painfully. She wished then that she had just stayed asleep.

Her stomach grumbled - she never did get to go on that hunt with Anubis and Rasalas. She wondered if they were safe. The alpha had called for them as the volcano exploded, and she had made it to him, but what happened after that? Calandra could vaguely remember distant scents of unknown wolves, and the voice of a female asking if she was alright. She couldn't place the voice to a face, but was grateful for the unknown she-wolfs concern. But after that she seemed to not remember how she got to the creek. Had someone fought her here, or had she managed to rouse herself enough to find a safe place to recuperate all on her own? Anything was possible for her memories stood blankly before her as she attempted to recollect the events of recent time. Was the eruption even that recent? How long had she been unconscious?

Calandra shook her head slowly to clear her thoughts, the muscles in her neck twingeing in refusal. Laying her head down onto her paws she recoiled sharply - right, she'd bashed her chin on the ground before she went under. What else was wrong with her? She wondered now at the extent of her injuries: would she recover?

Labored breathing and her constant hacking said otherwise - she had likely singed her trachea and maybe even her lungs by inhaling the hot ash and smoke that had spchased her to Xisyn. Her ear hurt as well, though she could not see the damage there, but it felt like the other blistered spots on her body from where sparks and burning rock had flecked her skin.

She shifts her body again and caught sight of her tail - all of the beautiful white fur was singed black! And mostly gone! She gasped at the sight and winced as she hunched down into another series of hacks, this time bringing up a black mucous. Calandra wrinkled her russet nose at the blob she'd coughed up into the stream, and hoped it wasn't anything to worry about as it bobbed down the creek.

Wheezing in a long exhale she felt twinges run through her chest and she let her self lie down again, her head sideways to avoid touching her chin to anything. Should she call for help? She didn't know anyone, or who the Shaman was here - if there even was one. She felt terrible and as she lay motionless nausea seemed to well up inside her stomach, though nothing came as there was nothing to bring up.

The longer she remained awake the worse she felt: aches rose in her body and the burning pain of her wounds intensified. All this caused her anxiety to rise and her breathing to become even more labored. That was it. She was going to die here alone. She needed help. A pitiful whimper trickled from her jaws and grew into a pained howl for help - from anyone.

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Muse: Good!
Notes: True severity of her injuries is at the discretion of whatever shaman aids her.

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Scout had remained in Xisyn since the explosion because most of his pack was still here. They hadn't heard back from Rasalas on whether or not it was okay to move back to their original home. Scout was beginning to miss the desert. He felt home there and while he was there, he didn't feel cold. He was created to be in the desert. His lean body and thin coat kept him from over-heating and his coloring kept him camouflaged from all of the fun little animals that he liked to play with.

He wanted to go down to the little creek that had been discovered to get some water. The creek was clear and cool. Scout's mouth was dry and sticky. The thought of the cool refreshing liquid hitting his tongue made him excited.

As he approached the creek he saw a wolf who wasn't in good condition at all. Scout took a sharp breath as he saw her condition from afar. Her tail looked singed and she looked to be in pain. He trotted over to her carefully, not wanting to scare her. Hello, my name is Scout and I'm the Shaman of Tassos. He introduced himself to her. He couldn't remember if she had been at the meeting when the volcano had erupted. He remembered there being a few other Iranians but for some reason this female wasn't ringing a bell for the Shaman. She smelled of Tassos though. Maybe his memory was just leaving him. He hoped that it wasn't He didn't want to forget all of the wonderful knowledge that he had gained before he could teach it to Vixen.

You look not well. Can I help you? Scout looked over the female's body briefly. She looked as though she had been in the water recently. Scout's eyes were caring and concerned. He started running through some of the herbs that may help her. Luckily, he had a small basket of herbs that he had collected after the disaster. His original stash which was much more vast had been destroyed along with most of their land. But, this little basket may be just what this female needed.

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Her head swivelled suddenly as a voice sounded behind her. She stared for a moment as if she were surprised to see anyone - Calandra had half expected no one to come to her pathetic whimpers for help. But the male before her introduced himself as Scout, the Shaman of Tassos! How lucky! He asked if she needed help and she gave a silent, meek nod. she felt a bit silly, laying there helplessly... had she been truly alone, and without the pack she had so recently become a member of, she knew that death would have been her only option. Calandra knew little of botany, and even less of their pharmocological values. "Thank you." She wheezed at the healer, smiling a bit, despite the burning ache throughout her body. "My name is Calandra, I'm new to Tassos. I wasn't fast enough to outrun the eruption of the volcano." She wasn't ashamed of that fact - she doubted there were any wolves that could outrun a volcanic explosion, but she was a bit embarassed that she couldn't take care of her own wounds.

Would it be easier if she were away from the water's edge? Probably. Folding her legs underneath her belly - the only part of her body that sustained no burn damage - and pushed herself upwards. Every inch of her body protested, but she managed to move a few feet away from the water, then recline slowly. She gave a shudder as she became still, the movement of her skin as she walked had resulted in severe pain. She knew that this pain was the result of the freshness of the burns: with time she would heal, especially now that she had help.

Big white ears twitched as she became more aware of her surroundings, attentive now that she realized Scout had indeed snuck up on her - though perhaps not intentionally. She was lucky a more malevolent wolf had not found her in this state. She would have been easy pickings for any wolf looking for trouble, or worse.

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The female couldn't help the fact that someone else needed help, her heart pining to assist her while she was in pain. The maned female, who's name of which she was completely unaware, had been badly damaged by the recent eruption of the volcano in their home. Such injuries the female had sustained were incredibly worse than her own. A mere scratched up throat and a badly twisted paw, which hurt more than it should have been if it were just twisted, were nothing. At least they were all safe. They were out of range of anything particularly harmful, to her knowledge, but there was still the concern of some loners happening upon one or two of them while they were alone and weak, vulnerable without the pack by their side to keep them safe. It worried her most, but she had not been ready to merely abandon the female. The creek hadn't been far from where they had been and, as small as she was, she managed to drag her here, hopefully without giving her any further injuries.

Aowyn had been hunting for the femme, though rather unwise considering the continuing pain in her ankle, and had managed a decent catch. These areas were filled with better kills than the desert was, though she preferred those much more. There were deer, rabbit, snakes, and fish in their home, but she could hardly imagine how hard it was going to be to live there after the eruption. Hopefully, some of the prey would return when they went back, otherwise she would have to rely on the other territory for food. The river did them just fine, of course, but even she found fish rather tasteless after eating so much for so long. Clenched in her jaw tightly was a pair of rabbits, though skinny, still edible, and she had a few fish stashed near where the female was resting. Perhaps it would be enough for her to eat, enough for her to sustain herself on for a while. She was no healer, but the least she could do was care for the maned wolf until she was capable of helping herself.

The scent of another packmate invaded her olfactory sense, overwhelming the delicious smell of the rabbit in her mouth, which she tried not to eat. They were simply tantalizing upon her tongue, tempting her to devour them, but the fact that there was another wolf where she had left the maned almost worried her. The fact that it was a Tassos made her less concerned, though she hoped it was Scount. Upon limping around the bend of a tree, she found that it was and a smile crept onto her maw, tail wagging slightly and her movements seemed alive with a little more vigor. Her limp was evident as she paced to them carefully, setting her catch down beside the female, then padded off towards the stones where she had hidden the few fish beneath some moss. She bundled the water creatures within the moss and used the dirt-tasting plant to carry them over to the rabbit, laying them down as well. She nudged the food towards Calandra, having caught her name as she had arrived.

"I...I-I thought y-you might b-b-be hungry..." Aowyn intended to care for her while she needed it, even if that meant hurting herself further. Catching what she had was not a difficult task. Fishing merely required standing there and snapping your jaws every now and then. The rabbit had been unsuspecting of her, and she had been lucky to capture two of them. The red backed away a little bit, nodding respectfully at the shaman. "H-Hello, Scout..." She glanced momentarily at the basket of herbs he had been sorting through. She recognized a few, and wondered which ones would be used to help Calandra.

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ooc: sorry this took so long, you guys. ;-; but here it is <3

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It wasn't long before a familiar figure appeared. Calandra instantly recognized the female as the one who had shown concern for her at the pack gathering. She didn't know the females name, or what rank she held, but at this point Calandra was only grateful. The she-wolf stuttered out her words, perhaps nervous in the presence of Scout. Were Shaman's to be revered? Cal wasn't sure, but she was happy to have both the wolves with her now.

[ff9900]"Thank you, I am hungry."[/color] She stated, and gave a weak smile, her forelimbs shaking to hold her in an upright position. "Are you the one that brought me here?[/color] She asked, her tail bumping against the ground a few times, as she was quite certain that this was the truth - Scout had been surprised to find her, but this she-wolf had brought food knowing she was here.

Such kindness was shown in the Tassos pack, such kinship. Calandra truly felt at home with these wolves around her. "Don't get too comfortable." The words were as jealousy-ridden as ever, and came from the sulking mouth of Trout. She glanced at the others, wondering if they could see him. "Packs always end up falling apart, why would this one be different?" Calandra scowled in the direction of her ghost friend. She thought he would be more pleased to see that she was alive, but he was still pouting. Cal was happy to see her friend, though annoyed at his attitude, but couldn't say anything for fear of suspicion on the part of her packmates.

Instead, Calandra turned her mismatched eyes towards the rabbit-bearing she-wolf. "I'm Calandra."[/color] She greeted, dipping her mug stiffy, then allowing her body to sink back down to the ground with a great shudder. "Thanks so much for your help, I don't want to be a burden... but I couldn't outrun the eruption."[/color] Singed ears swivelled backwards in embarrassment at her condition. She was so weak, not that she hadn't been before. Trekking around the desert alone had taken a toll on her nutritional health, but now with these injuries she knew she was of little use to anyone. She sighed and wondered suddenly how Anubis was doing. Had he been injured? She hoped not... He was her only real friend now that Trout had gone completely insane.

"I'm not the insane one. He piped up, growling at the Maned wolfess. "It's you who've fabricated me." Fabricated? Did that mean Trout wasn't a ghost? Calandra was confused by this statement, and noted that Trout regretted his words already. She resisted the urge to glare at the apparition. So he was just a figment of her imagination... brilliant. Calandra was the crazy one.

Words: 498
Muse: OK.
Notes: I skipped over Scout because he's an NPC now. Also, Trout is a figment of Calandra's imagination, not an actual companion. You are welcome to notice her out of place mannerisms. xD