Sept 19, 2012 14:52:27 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Sept 19, 2012 14:52:27 GMT -5
Burning in his nostrils, the thick smell of smoke. Flames everywhere, stinging, lapping at his skin. Yelps and howls filled the air, battling the crackling of limbs faling for his ear's attention. He was disoriented and light-headed, his throat scratchy and dry as he sprinted through the ocean of orange, calling desperately in a cracking voice. Where was his mate, his daughters and sons, his pack? He couldn't just leave them here, not like this, but he would surely pass out and be enveloped by the wild, hungry flames. With a mournful keen, he fled in a random direction, his senses failing him. He didn't know where to go, which way to run. His ears heard nothing but the sound of something heavy falling - a tree? -, his nose was filled with smoke, and his eyes were distracted by the neon swirls that screeched their hot, burning warning. It was a miracle that the smoke finally began to thin, and when he was on the distant horizon, Tortuga turned to glance over his shoulder. Irrsin was ablaze completely, and it was spreading fast. He gave another frustrated whimper and began to turn, his eyes watering still, when he saw movement. Someone was coming out of the flames, someone alive!
Jerking suddenly, Tortuga's body forced his mind from the vivid dream. Panting, he rolled to his feet, crouching and trembling lightly. Beside him, Dresna stirred, her eyes wide and startled as she stared at her father. Relieved that she was beside him, Tortuga straightened, his ears plastered against his skull. Stiffly, he prowled around the tangle of weeds and bushes that they had made their temporary nest, searching for anything out of the ordinary as his mind slowly sharpened. When he found that they were alone still, the white brute turned back to face his daughter, the only other wolf that he had seen emerge from the flames. Dresna stared back at him, distance prominant in her eyes. The fire had scared her just as much as it had him, he knew that much. She must have been worrying about her mother, her siblings, her friends...and oh, how Tortuga pined for them, as well. He felt as if he had let them down. In the beginning, when the flames first started, they had been strong and united. He had lead them with shouts and barks, directions and encouragements, urging them to safety. But the flames had been quicker, and cunning. They had seperated him from his pack, from everyone he loved. And now here he was, camped out in Scherein forest, hiding like a coward. It infuriated him.
"Father?" Dresna said, and in her voice he heard how she had matured, how she had grown. In a strange way, it made him miss Kasimira horribly. She should have been here with him...they all should have been.
"Come," he instructed. "Up. We're going back to Irrsin to see what remains. You'll travel as far as you can along the beach. See if anyone fled there. I'll travel inland. It will take you longer, but I have no doubt in your abilities."
Immediately, his daughter was on her feet, shaking dirt from her bright white coat. She nodded, once, and without a backwards glance, she was off. How difficult it must have been for her, to leave the only loved one she had left, but she did it without complaint and without hesitation. She would be a fine Alpha for Irrsin...if Irrsin still existed.
With that thought in mind, Tortuga whirled, sprinting off. He was gliding, flying over the earth, his paws never connecting with the ground long enough to stumble. He was determined.*
He knew where he was. He could smell it, the crisp scent of burnt land, of desolate descrution. His nostrils flared as he slowed his gallop to a slow trot, millions of stars clustered above his head. The grass beneath his feet turned to dust and soot as he walked, each step calculated and careful. It looked nothing like his home, nothing like what he knew. It was an alien land, a strange place, and he did not like it. Wearily he came to a halt in the middle of the blackened field, his nose working for a long moment. Then, with as much energy as he could muster, he tossed his head back and howled to the skies.
Where are you?