Drumming Noise [hurricane]
Jan 27, 2015 1:15:13 GMT -5
Post by WARDOG on Jan 27, 2015 1:15:13 GMT -5
It was the drumming noise she noticed first, then the pain, then the rain. It was harsh and pounding, not unlike the pulse she could feel keenly in her head and foreleg. The wind knocked away what other sounds Mhera might have been able to find, save the thunder that boomed at regular intervals. The mutt tried to pull herself up and fell back instantly, momentarily paralyzed by the effort of standing on a freshly broken leg. When her eyes cleared she raised her head and looked around, trying desperately to ignore the dreadful headache and the dizziness. Where in god's name was she? The minimal visibility from the storm made any landmarks unrecognizable. She scooted as best she could without moving her leg or her head too much, trying to gather herself closer for warmth. There wasn't much to be had, since she was soaked to the bone and had been out cold for who knew how long. What had happened? Where the fuck was she?
Mhera tried to think back to where she had been. The storm had caught her in the mountains, where she had stupidly ignored the signs of the coming storm. How was she supposed to tell the difference between a normal thunderstorm and an unholy act of nature? So she holed up for a day or so, dreaming of being nestled with the rest of Kekoa in the lovely mansion. There was no way of telling just how long she had been there, as the storm effectively blocked out the sun. Maybe some times were darker than others? Mhera had to admit she hadn't paid much attention to the time. She had paid quite a bit of attention to her empty stomach, however. When the hurricane showed no sign of of abating, she decided she was strong enough to go find a fish or something. How wrong she had been. Why the hell didn't she realize that everything else was holed up, too?
It was the thunder that put her here, however. She was sure of it. Not that she was afraid of thunder, of course. At least, normal fucking thunder. That clap sounded like something reached down from the sky and snapped right behind her head. Mhera had jumped several feet in the air and sideways, effectively removing any hope at landing in a sensible fashion. When she did land, it was on her ass. She went sliding, flailing wildly and- oh. So that's how she ended up here. Blinking away the rain, Mhera tried to find any kind of way up. Not that she had much chance of climbing with the weather or her leg. A natural reaction of looking up, she proceeded to look down and fight the urge to barf. Shit. The water level of whatever place she had landed in was very close to her little slice of paradise and rising. And rushing past her. Quickly. Fuck.
It was at that quite convenient time that a sound reached her despite the weather's interference. She could have sworn that it was a canine. What crazy asshole would be out here in this weather? Maybe, maybe one crazy enough to help a stranger with a broken leg and a wicked headache. Just because she couldn't see a way out from where she was didn't mean there wasn't a way out at all. Right? Right? Mhera swallowed her panic and rising bile. She had to focus on the positive. What very, very little positive she had. Instead of curling up into a wet, painful ball, the mutt pushed herself up a bit with her good leg and let out an answering howl. It made her head hurt abysmally and sounded incredibly weak against the raging storm, but it was there. She was her mother's daughter after all; maybe she could make herself heard. Once that breath was over, she huffed and started again. Someone had to hear her, right? She wasn't going to die, right?