Post by chibiabos on Mar 12, 2007 15:04:36 GMT -5
Silver comes out of the den, looking around, her hackles up, something fell on the wind. She rumbles, deep in her chest, tilting her head up to test the wind. It's eerily quiet, a sense of forboding on the night air. She shakes herself, looking back into the den, then paces back and forth in front of it for a moment, reluctant to leave, reluctant to call out to her packmates, but unwilling to shake the sense that something..something is wrong.
Grit awakens in a startle at a far-off rumble. The rockslide is so massive, in fact, that it shakes the very ground in and around Viridian Valley. Somehow, amid the thundrous roar, Grit could swear he hears a familiar yelp that is quickly silenced. Not even noticing Silver, his hackles raise and he races in the direction of the land thunder.
Silvan is on his feet as well, having been sleeping near the pond, he's never felt the ground shake before and somthing has definately upset the others. He glances over at silver after grit takes off, his hackles starting to ries as well, "What's going on?"
Silver whimpers softly, still pacing, her tail tucked, and then up, then tucked, as she tries to sort out what's going on. She seems to suddenly come to a decision and races toward the entrance to the valley, only to skid to a halt there and peer out, whimpering softly and pacing back and forth there.
Grit is racing toward the source of the terrible noise when he finds a large, opaque cloud of dust heading from it. He coughs and chokes as the rumbling finally subsides, but the blinding, choking dust cloud takes time to dissipate.
Silvan pauses and looks back and forth from the den and the way silver went, whining a bit before deciding the pups will be okay for the few minutes it takes to find out what happened, running after Silver to find the cloud, "What... what happened?"
Silver doesn't continue out of the glen after Grit, she can't, the pull to stay with the pups is too strong. So she stands there, looking out up the valley toward the cloud of dust as the others race past. She stands, waiting, whimpering softly.
Grit hacks a bit as he sniffs intensely through the dust at the wash from the slide. Anxious, his hackles are raised as he sniffs every rock he finds when an alarming scent wafts his way. He follows a winding path toward it and finds blood oozing from under a massive boulder, burying some victim. Grit howls aloud and begins feverishly digging with his forepaws through sand, dirt and gravel beside the boulder, trying to get under it. After several laborious minutes, he uncovers a tail sticking out from under it, clearly indicating its owner is crushed under the boulder from the way it leads under it. As difficult as it is to recognize by color, as its coated in dirt and grime, its scent is unmistakable: Pinta. Grit freezes, a chill running through his spine. "Pinta!" he woofs aloud, but the tail does not move. "Pinta, can you hear me? Please ... please move your tail to show me you're alright!" The tail does not move.
Silvan is shocked into silence for a few moments before starting to dig at the other side of the boulder, the side Pinta's head would be on if it wasnt just crushed underneath. He pulls a few of the smaller stones out of the way before growling to himself, "I dont think I can get to him from this side..."
In Leafy Glen, Grit howls.
Silver whimpers louder and louder as she paces, torn between the urge to run and help and the urge to stay with the pups.
Silver hears the howl, perking her ears. She whines loud and low, and throws her head back to reply.
In Leafy Glen, Silver howls.
Grit returns to digging, trying to dig some sort of hole deep enough to start getting under the boulder, but the side keeps caving in and the boulder itself starts tilting toward Grit, shifting slightly. He snarls at the boulder in frustration. "Pinta!" he whimpers and paces.
Silvan steps back as the boulder starts to shift, acompanied by another small rumble from the pile. After a moment more of looking at the scene he makes his way over to Grit and trys to push him back, "He's gone... and we might get burried too if we dont get down..."
Grit claws at the boulder in futile frustration. "noooo ..." he cries. Another small slide starts, though, rumbling down the hillside ... its only a few rocks, nothing major, but its enough to snap him out of it and he runs out. He looks to Silvan. "We ... have to tell Silver ..." he says, looking back in the direction of the den. "This can't be happening ..." he whimpers, looking back to Silvan. "Please ... tell me I'm dreaming ... let me wake up from this nightmare ..."
Silvan looks back at the slide and shakes his head, saying, "no... no you're not dreaming..." before nudging Grit's sholder, "yeah... we need to tell Silver. but I think she'll need us to be strong for her... I'll go tell her if you want a moment to get yourself together..."
Grit woofs, "I'm the Second. Its my ... job ..." and then thinks about it. /Was/ the second. "We should tell her together," he woofs, and begins slowly walking toward the den, keeping pace with Silvan.
Silvan nods and takes one last look at pinta's burial place before heading back to the glen with Grit, silent as they walk for a moment before saying, "I suppose this makes you the One now..."
Silver wanders back toward the den...then toward the exit to the glen...then back toward the den. She pauses to drink at the pond, then heads back toward the exit again, whining loudly, ears perked, nose quivering.
Grit looks back at him, and at the den. "I ... didn't earn it ... I'm not the pups' father ... no, no, this ... can't happen now ..."
Silvan sighs and shakes his head, they'll have to work it out soon for the pack's sake, "alright... one thing at a time."
Silver flops down on her haunches with a huff, waiting for the males to return. She can smell them out there in the valley, on their way back, but she can't see them yet.
Grit nods as they round a final stand of trees, bringing the pond, den entrance and Silver into view. He lopes slowly up to her, looking every bit as sullen and somber as the night he cried and howled for Saffron when the pack had lost hope she was still alive.
Silvan sighs and looks up from the path to Silver, glancing over at grit for a moment before looking back and saying, "There was a rock slide close to the waterfall... Pinta... Pinta was in it."
Silver looks up as they arrive, getting to her feet. She looks from one to the other, studying their expressions, and what she sees causes her to whimper. No no no...not now...Her eyes widen when she hears Silvan's words. She doesn't say anything. She doesn't move. Her eyes glaze over and she stares for a long moment before tipping her head back, turning her muzzle to the sky and howling, a long, mournful peal.
In Leafy Glen, Silver howls.
Grit allows Silver to start, then mournfully joins her, his muzzle dampened by tears.
In Leafy Glen, Grit howls.
Silvan lets them howl for a moment before joining in, lifting his muzzle and letting out the emotions he's been keeping hidden.
In Leafy Glen, Silvan howls.
Silver's song is long and sorrowful, far longer and more in-depth than the song she sang for Saffron and Ania...perhaps that was unfair..but Pinta was the father of her pups...he had forged out into the mountains with her to start anew in a land of the unknown. She may not have loved him as she should have, but he was her mate.
Grit leans supportingly into Silver's side, nuzzling and licking her sympathetically, tenderly and affectionately. He says nothing for now, but keeps in contact with her.
Silvan sighs and nuzzles Silver from the other side after the howl is over, going back to trying to be strong for the others.
Silver eventually lowers her muzzle, her song gradually dying out. She stands there, staring at the ground in front of her, numb. It slowly dawns upon her that she's standing between two males who she has harbored...sinful thoughts about...behind Pinta's back. Either of which could end up the new alpha. She lays her ears back, whining softly.
Grit wants to ask how the pups are, seeming to him that they should be old enough by now to at least have their eyes open ... but he doesn't want to make Silver dwell on anything and doesn't say anything for now, but keeps his ears perked for anything she says.
Silvan splays his ears when Silver whines, nuzzling her neck again before saying, "Everything will be okay... We'll just... well, we'll just have to get through it."
Silver pulls away from the both of them, walking back toward the den with head low and tail tucked. She doesn't look back. "You two...will have to decide.." She stands there a moment, then looks back at them both, meeting both their gazes. She didn't know what to do...how could she choose between them? Grit...well she has history with Grit..but Silvan...She whines, looking away again.
Grit looks at Silver, cocking his head, then to Silvan. She wants that settled /now/? Grit finds that rather ... odd. He looks to Silvan, looking less than confident. "I don't know if now is the proper time for this," he woofs lowly to Silvan. "I mean ..."
Silvan just blinks for a moment, not understanding what She means for a while before finaly understanding and looking over to Grit, "I realy dont know..." He'd never even /dreamed/ that he would ever be in a position that he could come out of as a One.
Silver sighs. She looks down at her paws. "Yea...you're probably right." She stares at the ground, then walks sedately toward the den.
Grit grimaces a bit, not having intended Silver to hear that. "Or ... maybe we could ... if you really thing we should ..." he woofs after her, then to Silvan.
Silvan shrugs softly, looking over at Silver, then back to Grit again, "I suppose we'll have to decide it eventualy... and soon. the pack needs a One."
Silver looks back at them, lifting her head. "No sense forcing the issue tonight...it'll keep..." She sighs again, then disappears into the den.
Grit awakens in a startle at a far-off rumble. The rockslide is so massive, in fact, that it shakes the very ground in and around Viridian Valley. Somehow, amid the thundrous roar, Grit could swear he hears a familiar yelp that is quickly silenced. Not even noticing Silver, his hackles raise and he races in the direction of the land thunder.
Silvan is on his feet as well, having been sleeping near the pond, he's never felt the ground shake before and somthing has definately upset the others. He glances over at silver after grit takes off, his hackles starting to ries as well, "What's going on?"
Silver whimpers softly, still pacing, her tail tucked, and then up, then tucked, as she tries to sort out what's going on. She seems to suddenly come to a decision and races toward the entrance to the valley, only to skid to a halt there and peer out, whimpering softly and pacing back and forth there.
Grit is racing toward the source of the terrible noise when he finds a large, opaque cloud of dust heading from it. He coughs and chokes as the rumbling finally subsides, but the blinding, choking dust cloud takes time to dissipate.
Silvan pauses and looks back and forth from the den and the way silver went, whining a bit before deciding the pups will be okay for the few minutes it takes to find out what happened, running after Silver to find the cloud, "What... what happened?"
Silver doesn't continue out of the glen after Grit, she can't, the pull to stay with the pups is too strong. So she stands there, looking out up the valley toward the cloud of dust as the others race past. She stands, waiting, whimpering softly.
Grit hacks a bit as he sniffs intensely through the dust at the wash from the slide. Anxious, his hackles are raised as he sniffs every rock he finds when an alarming scent wafts his way. He follows a winding path toward it and finds blood oozing from under a massive boulder, burying some victim. Grit howls aloud and begins feverishly digging with his forepaws through sand, dirt and gravel beside the boulder, trying to get under it. After several laborious minutes, he uncovers a tail sticking out from under it, clearly indicating its owner is crushed under the boulder from the way it leads under it. As difficult as it is to recognize by color, as its coated in dirt and grime, its scent is unmistakable: Pinta. Grit freezes, a chill running through his spine. "Pinta!" he woofs aloud, but the tail does not move. "Pinta, can you hear me? Please ... please move your tail to show me you're alright!" The tail does not move.
Silvan is shocked into silence for a few moments before starting to dig at the other side of the boulder, the side Pinta's head would be on if it wasnt just crushed underneath. He pulls a few of the smaller stones out of the way before growling to himself, "I dont think I can get to him from this side..."
In Leafy Glen, Grit howls.
Silver whimpers louder and louder as she paces, torn between the urge to run and help and the urge to stay with the pups.
Silver hears the howl, perking her ears. She whines loud and low, and throws her head back to reply.
In Leafy Glen, Silver howls.
Grit returns to digging, trying to dig some sort of hole deep enough to start getting under the boulder, but the side keeps caving in and the boulder itself starts tilting toward Grit, shifting slightly. He snarls at the boulder in frustration. "Pinta!" he whimpers and paces.
Silvan steps back as the boulder starts to shift, acompanied by another small rumble from the pile. After a moment more of looking at the scene he makes his way over to Grit and trys to push him back, "He's gone... and we might get burried too if we dont get down..."
Grit claws at the boulder in futile frustration. "noooo ..." he cries. Another small slide starts, though, rumbling down the hillside ... its only a few rocks, nothing major, but its enough to snap him out of it and he runs out. He looks to Silvan. "We ... have to tell Silver ..." he says, looking back in the direction of the den. "This can't be happening ..." he whimpers, looking back to Silvan. "Please ... tell me I'm dreaming ... let me wake up from this nightmare ..."
Silvan looks back at the slide and shakes his head, saying, "no... no you're not dreaming..." before nudging Grit's sholder, "yeah... we need to tell Silver. but I think she'll need us to be strong for her... I'll go tell her if you want a moment to get yourself together..."
Grit woofs, "I'm the Second. Its my ... job ..." and then thinks about it. /Was/ the second. "We should tell her together," he woofs, and begins slowly walking toward the den, keeping pace with Silvan.
Silvan nods and takes one last look at pinta's burial place before heading back to the glen with Grit, silent as they walk for a moment before saying, "I suppose this makes you the One now..."
Silver wanders back toward the den...then toward the exit to the glen...then back toward the den. She pauses to drink at the pond, then heads back toward the exit again, whining loudly, ears perked, nose quivering.
Grit looks back at him, and at the den. "I ... didn't earn it ... I'm not the pups' father ... no, no, this ... can't happen now ..."
Silvan sighs and shakes his head, they'll have to work it out soon for the pack's sake, "alright... one thing at a time."
Silver flops down on her haunches with a huff, waiting for the males to return. She can smell them out there in the valley, on their way back, but she can't see them yet.
Grit nods as they round a final stand of trees, bringing the pond, den entrance and Silver into view. He lopes slowly up to her, looking every bit as sullen and somber as the night he cried and howled for Saffron when the pack had lost hope she was still alive.
Silvan sighs and looks up from the path to Silver, glancing over at grit for a moment before looking back and saying, "There was a rock slide close to the waterfall... Pinta... Pinta was in it."
Silver looks up as they arrive, getting to her feet. She looks from one to the other, studying their expressions, and what she sees causes her to whimper. No no no...not now...Her eyes widen when she hears Silvan's words. She doesn't say anything. She doesn't move. Her eyes glaze over and she stares for a long moment before tipping her head back, turning her muzzle to the sky and howling, a long, mournful peal.
In Leafy Glen, Silver howls.
Grit allows Silver to start, then mournfully joins her, his muzzle dampened by tears.
In Leafy Glen, Grit howls.
Silvan lets them howl for a moment before joining in, lifting his muzzle and letting out the emotions he's been keeping hidden.
In Leafy Glen, Silvan howls.
Silver's song is long and sorrowful, far longer and more in-depth than the song she sang for Saffron and Ania...perhaps that was unfair..but Pinta was the father of her pups...he had forged out into the mountains with her to start anew in a land of the unknown. She may not have loved him as she should have, but he was her mate.
Grit leans supportingly into Silver's side, nuzzling and licking her sympathetically, tenderly and affectionately. He says nothing for now, but keeps in contact with her.
Silvan sighs and nuzzles Silver from the other side after the howl is over, going back to trying to be strong for the others.
Silver eventually lowers her muzzle, her song gradually dying out. She stands there, staring at the ground in front of her, numb. It slowly dawns upon her that she's standing between two males who she has harbored...sinful thoughts about...behind Pinta's back. Either of which could end up the new alpha. She lays her ears back, whining softly.
Grit wants to ask how the pups are, seeming to him that they should be old enough by now to at least have their eyes open ... but he doesn't want to make Silver dwell on anything and doesn't say anything for now, but keeps his ears perked for anything she says.
Silvan splays his ears when Silver whines, nuzzling her neck again before saying, "Everything will be okay... We'll just... well, we'll just have to get through it."
Silver pulls away from the both of them, walking back toward the den with head low and tail tucked. She doesn't look back. "You two...will have to decide.." She stands there a moment, then looks back at them both, meeting both their gazes. She didn't know what to do...how could she choose between them? Grit...well she has history with Grit..but Silvan...She whines, looking away again.
Grit looks at Silver, cocking his head, then to Silvan. She wants that settled /now/? Grit finds that rather ... odd. He looks to Silvan, looking less than confident. "I don't know if now is the proper time for this," he woofs lowly to Silvan. "I mean ..."
Silvan just blinks for a moment, not understanding what She means for a while before finaly understanding and looking over to Grit, "I realy dont know..." He'd never even /dreamed/ that he would ever be in a position that he could come out of as a One.
Silver sighs. She looks down at her paws. "Yea...you're probably right." She stares at the ground, then walks sedately toward the den.
Grit grimaces a bit, not having intended Silver to hear that. "Or ... maybe we could ... if you really thing we should ..." he woofs after her, then to Silvan.
Silvan shrugs softly, looking over at Silver, then back to Grit again, "I suppose we'll have to decide it eventualy... and soon. the pack needs a One."
Silver looks back at them, lifting her head. "No sense forcing the issue tonight...it'll keep..." She sighs again, then disappears into the den.