Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2013 4:40:11 GMT -5
Icy sheets of rain drizzled from the heavens, catching the black timber wolf by surprise. She yelped and quickly picked up her pace, ducking her head and flattening her ears as she bolted for cover. The Kinath mountain range was tough to navigate even at the best of times, and it wasn't long before she was forced to slow down again, or risk losing her grip on the freezing rock. It's just a bit of rain, she chided herself. You've known worse. Unhappily, Elasha resigned herself to continuing on at a slower pace, carefully placing each paw as she navigated the icy path. She was descending, having made her way into Amar territory from the plains of I'queyer. The peaks were behind her, but now she was moving downwards, and her body was oddly contorted as she endeavored to keep her balance. Hindquarters rose high above her shoulders, forelegs were stiffly propped, and her back paws danced to keep her from sliding down on her rump. And now it was raining, the wind driving sheets of it into her face where it invaded her ears, dripped into her mouth, stung her eyes, and drenched her coat. Elasha was built for a multitude of climates, but the cold was worming its way into her bones. Panting with the effort, she made her way to the base of the incline, then turned to traverse the mountain horizontally, relieved that at least she could move normally again, even if the wind and rain were still making her miserable.
She hadn't been in Anikira long, but it was enough to know that the wolf community was a thriving one. She didn't remember much of the sea journey here, only that it was not an experience she wanted to repeat. Coming to the island had been entirely an accident, brought about by a badly timed swim and a relentless ocean current. She'd struggled against the pull of the water for several hours, sure that she was going to drown. Then she blacked out, and she must have left the current at some point, because when she awoke, she was floating several hundred yards away from a sandy beach. After dragging herself onto shore and shaking the water from her inky coat, she set out to explore this strange new world. Several times she'd scented other wolves in the area, but she didn't yet feel comfortable enough to approach. Now, as she braved the mountains in the middle of a rainstorm, she was beginning to wonder why she'd picked this day to enter the territory of another pack. It probably would have suited her better to stay in I'queyer, where at least she didn't have to worry about falling to her death. Grimacing, Elasha looked ahead and saw that the narrow path sloped sharply downwards again. Urged on by the wind at her back, she carefully slid her forepaws down the incline, clenching her paws so that her curving claws gave her traction on the icy rock. Her body followed, stiff with tension, every movement under careful control. But a particularly strong gust of wind caught her off balance, and at the same moment, one of her forepaws slipped on the ice. With a cry of terror, Elasha began to slide downwards uncontrollably, her legs splaying and paws scrabbling for some form of purchase on the mountain trail. Her teeth snapped instinctively, striving for a branch or something she could use to halt herself, but there was nothing. There was no time for her to contemplate death. Everything happened in the space of a second, and time seemed to have accelerated so that there was not even a chance for her to think.
At the bottom of the slope was a sharp turn to the right. The mountain wall curved, forming a ninety-degree angle, the path turning in sympathy with it. Elasha hit the wall side-on with a dull thud, the impact knocking all the remaining wind from her lungs. She crumpled to the ground, her ribs searing with agony. The world seemed to be spinning now that she'd come to a stop, and it was several moments before she could struggle to her feet and make an inventory of herself. Her body was bruised and sore, but nothing seemed broken. Gingerly she took a step, and then another, feeling relieved when she realized she could still move about. She was badly winded and had some trouble breathing, but she would recover from that after her outraged diaphragm began working properly once more. Elasha continued forward slowly, nearly crawling. There was a sheltered outcrop about fifty yards away that she might rest in, if she could make it safely there. After covering the distance, Elasha dragged herself under the roof of rock, wet and dripping, but relieved that she was out of the worst of the wind and rain. Quietly she lay down, settling herself with her head on her paws, body curled up to fit inside the hollow hole in the mountain's face.
It was not her intention to sneak into Amar territory. She wanted to herself known eventually; indeed, she'd hoped to meet someone today. But the rain was still bucketing down, and the path truly was too treacherous to attempt for the moment. Her little mishap just proved that, and the adrenaline would take a long time to leave her system. It might be a better idea to stay here for the next day or two, at least until the rain died down. Of course, she would have to contend with the mountain being even more slippery as a result of the accumulation of more frozen water, but that was a risk she would have to take.
She hadn't been in Anikira long, but it was enough to know that the wolf community was a thriving one. She didn't remember much of the sea journey here, only that it was not an experience she wanted to repeat. Coming to the island had been entirely an accident, brought about by a badly timed swim and a relentless ocean current. She'd struggled against the pull of the water for several hours, sure that she was going to drown. Then she blacked out, and she must have left the current at some point, because when she awoke, she was floating several hundred yards away from a sandy beach. After dragging herself onto shore and shaking the water from her inky coat, she set out to explore this strange new world. Several times she'd scented other wolves in the area, but she didn't yet feel comfortable enough to approach. Now, as she braved the mountains in the middle of a rainstorm, she was beginning to wonder why she'd picked this day to enter the territory of another pack. It probably would have suited her better to stay in I'queyer, where at least she didn't have to worry about falling to her death. Grimacing, Elasha looked ahead and saw that the narrow path sloped sharply downwards again. Urged on by the wind at her back, she carefully slid her forepaws down the incline, clenching her paws so that her curving claws gave her traction on the icy rock. Her body followed, stiff with tension, every movement under careful control. But a particularly strong gust of wind caught her off balance, and at the same moment, one of her forepaws slipped on the ice. With a cry of terror, Elasha began to slide downwards uncontrollably, her legs splaying and paws scrabbling for some form of purchase on the mountain trail. Her teeth snapped instinctively, striving for a branch or something she could use to halt herself, but there was nothing. There was no time for her to contemplate death. Everything happened in the space of a second, and time seemed to have accelerated so that there was not even a chance for her to think.
At the bottom of the slope was a sharp turn to the right. The mountain wall curved, forming a ninety-degree angle, the path turning in sympathy with it. Elasha hit the wall side-on with a dull thud, the impact knocking all the remaining wind from her lungs. She crumpled to the ground, her ribs searing with agony. The world seemed to be spinning now that she'd come to a stop, and it was several moments before she could struggle to her feet and make an inventory of herself. Her body was bruised and sore, but nothing seemed broken. Gingerly she took a step, and then another, feeling relieved when she realized she could still move about. She was badly winded and had some trouble breathing, but she would recover from that after her outraged diaphragm began working properly once more. Elasha continued forward slowly, nearly crawling. There was a sheltered outcrop about fifty yards away that she might rest in, if she could make it safely there. After covering the distance, Elasha dragged herself under the roof of rock, wet and dripping, but relieved that she was out of the worst of the wind and rain. Quietly she lay down, settling herself with her head on her paws, body curled up to fit inside the hollow hole in the mountain's face.
It was not her intention to sneak into Amar territory. She wanted to herself known eventually; indeed, she'd hoped to meet someone today. But the rain was still bucketing down, and the path truly was too treacherous to attempt for the moment. Her little mishap just proved that, and the adrenaline would take a long time to leave her system. It might be a better idea to stay here for the next day or two, at least until the rain died down. Of course, she would have to contend with the mountain being even more slippery as a result of the accumulation of more frozen water, but that was a risk she would have to take.