brace yourself for the aftermath. [semi-open]
Feb 11, 2015 23:04:17 GMT -5
Post by ace! on Feb 11, 2015 23:04:17 GMT -5
To say that they managed to make it back unscathed would not just be an overstatement, it would be an outright lie.
The venture back to the mansion had turned from an alright idea into one of the worst mistakes that he has ever made, but it was a mistake that demanded to be made. In the sight of the raging storm going on outside, Chamber had to make a choice to try to shelter two female pups with his own body from a storm that could rage for hours, one being unconscious, or get them both through the forest and back to the mansion to someone that might be able to help them more than he can. The mansion offers safety, warmth, a place out of the storm and food. The females look like they have not eaten in a few days.
Upon returning, Chamber leaves a hefty trail of blood behind him, the rain causing the wound on his side to leak a pink liquid that quickly became red and fell in thick globs rather than thin droplets. He hardly notices the trail when he finds an empty room in one of the back corners of the mansion. It is in this room that he leaves the two females, both of which he still does not know their names. Being out in the storm did not seem to be the best time to get to know them. After depositing the unconscious female and telling the other one that he will be back shortly, Chamber disappeared from the room in search of food and water, despite the fact that he never wanted to see another drop of water in his lifetime. What a contrast from the dry middle east.
During his search, he ran into a shocked healer that demanded to take him aside that instant. Against his protests, Chamber was brought in and the stick was painfully removed from his side, herbs were put on that and the growing infection in his front leg and he was sent on his way once the blood stopped staining everything.
He returned quickly with water to find the alert one asleep, snuggled against her friend and Chamber nodded his head knowingly. Despite the continuing hurricane outside, a day filled with horror, terror, and miles of walking eventually leads to exhaustion. There are just some things that cannot be fought and when a day like today happens, especially for those so young, it is hard to win the battle against sleep. Chamber would soon give into his own sleepiness, but first he turned to the matter of cleaning up the nasty trail he left behind upon entering. Having already spent his fair amount of time cleaning the jailhouse, Chamber has become quiet efficient and the blood was cleaned up quickly and well.
Once that is done, he returns to the room and peaks his head back inside once more to check on the females before lying himself down outside of the bedroom door and he allowed himself to fall into a deep, deep slumber.
The following morning, Chamber awoke to rain still coming down outside. It certainly is not like the movies where the storm suddenly stops overnight. No, the hurricane continues to batter Cascaro, sending down massive amounts of rain and wind and thunder cracks and Chamber’s ears fold back against his head in a desperate attempt to return to sleep, but he cannot. He must get himself up and he must report to higher about the two females that he brought in last night. Oh, but maybe just a few more minutes. No, no. Get up.
Chamber stretches and winces, the scab on his side breaking with the movement and he grunts at the blood that beads out. With a huff, he begins his walk down the hall and rounds a corner. He searches for any scrap of food that he can manage to steal away for the females and he nearly comes up empty handed. But he stumbles upon what will hopefully suffice as enough food for the two females, he nods his thanks to the giver and winds his ways back through the halls of the mansion and back to the room. During his trek, he keeps an eye out for Alexander or Hexus or Hyde… any of the officers. He did not want to hide the females from the knowledge of his highers, especially because it now means that they have two more mouths to feed. “If you see any of the officers, send them my way, will ya? Thanks,” he says kindly in passing and moves on his way back towards the room.
He comes back down the hall, long legs carrying him as fast as they can considering his injuries, but those will pass. He gently nudges open the door and peeks his head inside, his ears erect and eyes smiling. He enters and places the piece of what seems to be some kind of deer jerky down near the water bucket and sighs, rubbing his eyes with his paws. The events of last night continue to weigh on him and his side throbs with pain despite the herbs and he suspects that it will continue to hurt for a long while until it completely heals.
“Good morning, girls.”
886 words.
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Open to any officers that Chamber can inform of the girls.