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Post by Mother Nature on Aug 1, 2011 21:46:00 GMT -5
Blizzard dates: 01.13.3189 to 01.21.3189
(added by Sher) Winter storms sometimes come up suddenly, and this blizzard is a killer to all who do not get to safety. If your character is out here, find safety soon before you die. After the blizzard, search parties will need to be sent out to look for lost people. (Unless you PM me, Mother Nature, then I will not kill your character if you post, though they might lose a toe or two...) |
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Post by Sher on Aug 8, 2011 1:20:14 GMT -5
01.13.3189 They were so near to the Weyr. J'ain cursed briefly in her mind as Ansith flicked between once again. This time, let it be this time, she thought, as she hunched miserably forward. She would never have thought that being between would be more comfortable than the real world! If only there was air between... Ansith burst out into the tossing, shrieking wind, immediately blown off course of... wherever he was. The gales were positively white with the force of the driven snow, more than enough to confuse even the slow-minded blue. He was uncharacteristically quiet, perhaps conserving every scrap of his strength to keep them aloft so as not to crash upon trees that were currently invisible. Again. The one-word warning made J'ain hurriedly gasp in a bit of air through her wool scarf, fingers tightening- she thought they were tightening; she could barely feel them anymore- on the harness. Between again. A brief moment of breathless silence and the steady chill that at least wouldn't blast the skin from your face. And out, with some dark shape suddenly looming in front of them as the winds shoved Ansith toward immediate collision. The straps held J'ain to the blue, but only just, as he scrabbled for purchase on the prickly thing he'd been thrown into. A... tree? he asked dumbly. J'ain's mind flew through several reactions, swiftly discarded most of them. Don't let go, love. You've been so brave. But we have to get to the ground and wait it out, because... As the tired blue struggled to do just that, uncomplaining, the assistant candidatemaster finished the thought. We don't exactly have a choice.Once they were on the ground, they silently went about gathering the tree limbs broken by Ansith's descent to pile up around them as an added windbreak. Just being out of the full fury of the blizzard was a relief, but if they were going to be stuck here they might as well not get buried. With the task as well completed as could be under the near-whiteout conditions, Ansith curled himself around the bole of the tree, with a wing curled around. The wing-digit held onto the stub of what had been a branch, making a sort of tent that would provide an even better shield for His. They settled down to wait, with the blue's head tucked beneath the wing to lend the warmth of his breath to the small protected space, while J'ain sat on his thick hind foot. Are you sure it's okay that I sit like this? she fretted. Yes. I am your own personal dragon couch. The unwitting humor in the remark made J'ain crack a smile behind the scarf, but she didn't tease her weary blue about it, just tickled his ankle briefly before sticking her hands back under her armpits. One thing about it, Mine, Ansith finally remarked, The itchy places were scoured right off.I'll be grateful for that when we're back at the Weyr where it's warmer! |
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Post by Mother Nature on Aug 17, 2011 21:55:08 GMT -5
The blizzard was finally letting up, and it was time to see who was lost, and who survived.
Both Ansith and J'ain suffered cold injuries to their extremities, but nothing more severe. Ansith will suffer from her wings always feeling slightly cold, and J'ain will also suffer from that on his extremities. On a short term basis, Ansith has some sprains and scrapes.
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