I find shelter in this way (O, hurricane)
Jan 25, 2015 19:44:32 GMT -5
Post by East on Jan 25, 2015 19:44:32 GMT -5
The weather had gotten drastically worse. Jonah had been waiting for the wind to stop, like fists smashing upon the mansion's remaining windows. He flinched at every bang whilst doing his best to avoid the increasing numbers in the mansion. Soon enough there wasn't a single empty room to be had; the one he'd occupied had started to fill and so he silently left it before he was noticed, sliding his shoulder along the wall and keeping low to maintain a subtle presence amidst the hustle and bustle. His light gaze flickered up occasionally only to drop to the wooden floor with distress at the sight.
There were too many dogs, too many. It was now an order for members to remain at the mansion and so only more were to come. He desperately sought for glimpses of gold or white but found none that belonged to those he needed to find. What he found instead were memories like cut up photographs; clustered bodies and fearful faces. There could have easily been blood, there could have easily been screams, there could have easily been a Tarnas pushing through the crowd for freedom.
He blinked hard to rid himself of what he wasn't seeing, but the cogs of his mind refused to click into place, jammed by the Sheriff's words. Jonah hadn't been able to think straight since. The idea that the Wolfhound might be around was even more reason not to stay.
A fierce draft swept through the building and he sought its source, the back entrance of the mansion. The door hung haphazardly against the frame, half ripped from its hinges from the assault of wind. The broken door rattled angrily with another gust and Jonah ducked past it quickly and carefully, hoping that he'd not been seen.
The slender mutt was instantly buffeted by the freezing wind, lashings that were much harder than he'd expected. The rain had yet to fall, perhaps he could find an alternative cover before then. Jonah braced his shoulders defensively against the storm and ducked his head as he moved against it, unwisely, through the long grass that rose and fell in waves according to the wind's direction. Even as the branches cracked around him, he thought if he could just reach the oak tree, he would be safe curled amongst its roots once more. He would be alone.