The plains, thirty-three days after leaving Deep Mountain.

May 21, 2009 13:57

There was something new on the wind. Something that stirred her senses ( Read more... )

silent, gust, sunsong, moss, moth, dusk, heartstorm, moonfall, whistler, lightstone

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multi_facets May 24 2009, 03:47:12 UTC
The vibrations picked up and the scent started coming closer. Heartstorm looked over her shoulder, sniffing the air, and cursed. "That's it!" she yelled to the tribe. "No more talk! Let's GO!"

Lightstone jumped atop Hardhead as Wanderlust finally arrived, panting, and Silent scrambled onto her back, eyes wide. There was a new pulse in the Song he sensed, something humming with anticipation and power. Those earthshakers were going to pass right by them, but if they smelled wolf, then it would be over.

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foxfire74 May 26 2009, 03:37:04 UTC
Moss streaked toward them, saddlebags precariously balanced and flapping over Slaptail's withers. But her seat was steady, legs locked to the wolf's barrel as tightly as a stranglevine as Slaptail stretched to match the other two wolves' pace.

*Try to stay upwind-* she sent, but the rest was lost in a mental gasp of surprise as Slaptail bolted.

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multi_facets May 27 2009, 02:26:41 UTC
At the worst possible moment, the wind shifted. Strange lowing filled the air, and the ground shook violently. The wolves panicked, and only the mindtouch of their elf-friends kept them running rather than scattering aimlessly ( ... )

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sweet_kitsune May 27 2009, 03:45:08 UTC
Nipper had bolted right away when Heartstorm had given the command to run, like a stone shot from a sling. They would have been safe, had the wind not shifted. Exercising her control to keep Nipper calm and running, she hadn't sensed death stampeding right behind her until a fierce bellow startled her and nearly made her lose her grip on Nipper's scruff.

A piercing scream rang from Whistler's throat as she tried to twist underbelly. The beast suddenly bellow and a flailing hoof barely missed Nipper's flank, but it backed off and fled, blinded in one eye.

Terrified, Whistler struggled to pull herself upright on Nipper's back and obey Lightstone's order.

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kazahaya May 28 2009, 03:04:12 UTC
The twins had hung back, roused from their sleep like everyone else, in their habitual fashion they were quiet, sitting sleepy-eyed and a bit confused on the backs of their wolves, although secretly glad that they were being included, even if they weren't sure exactly what they should be doing. They'd been hunting before, but usually with their parents, or hanging back to watch while the hunters made their kill. They weren't quite old enough or experienced enough to be trusted on their own for anything except small game.

When the large beasts caught wind of the wolves however and began their crazed stampede, it was all the twins could do to keep their wolves from panicking, and followed along as best they could.

ooc:sorry for the delay. Life got busy right after I realized there was a post. And I totally missed that there was a post because I am sometimes retarded.

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foxfire74 May 29 2009, 16:24:26 UTC
Ashes bolted before Moonfall could even ask anything of the older female, running straight for the twins. With Moonfall hanging to her ruff, she flashed between the two other wolves and yapped, then bolted ahead with a follow-me flag of her tail. Moonfall tried to send to them, but the jolting, panicked ride was too much for his limited powers.

"Cubs!" he yelled, and beckoned just as Ashes swerved to avoid an outrunner.

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kazahaya June 2 2009, 10:39:30 UTC
Gust and Moth were wide eyed, scared, and their minds were locked tightly to eachother. They were scared and confused and not altogether aware of all of the dangers, and they followed Ashes and Moonfall when they flashed between them. It was rare for them to open up their minds to anyone, but both of them slammed Moonfall with general inquires of near-panic.

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foxfire74 June 10 2009, 01:48:33 UTC
He couldn't spare breath or thought to answer, but tried to return feelings of confidence layered into the lock-send he offered. After decades of battle, the one thing he knew bone-deep was how to stay on a wolf's back.

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pazku May 29 2009, 17:23:02 UTC
Dusk looked around wide eyed as the order to run came through. She spurred Coppertail on and the she-wolf bolted. Dusk held on as tight as she could and looked around wildly as Coppertail ran away from the beasts that were now stampeding toward them.

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