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Post by Badger on Sept 20, 2014 15:36:35 GMT 1
Badger took a whiff, and yes, the tiny breeze brought the scent of wolves. Stranger wolves, not the kind her folk bonded with. Badger knew about wolves, they did not like stranger wolves, and maybe this pack would see her as one. She backed away slowly and tried to find a good place to climb -- her climbing skills were not the most excellent. It felt like her heart was trying to climb up her throat, when she heard the wolves approaching. Apparently they had taken a scent of her, and wanted to figure her out before catching the prey.
Badger backed away towards the tree, trying to spot a branch she could crab safely.
**This is not looking good.** she admitted in a sending.
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Post by No-Sting on Sept 21, 2014 23:15:20 GMT 1
No-Sting stayed in the tree. Things were not looking good. But then again, wolves couldn't climb.
**Do you need a hand?** No-Sting sent to Badger, seeing her unsteady climb.
Below them the wolves had attacked and felled the branch-horn, and now some pack members were circling the base of the trees No-Sting and Badger, as well as Oddspot, were in.
**Lucky that wolves can't climb!** No-Sting sent, her heart thundering in her chest. **But we'll have to lose them before we get back to the others. Not a great idea to bring angry wolves down on the others.**
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Post by Badger on Sept 22, 2014 7:29:48 GMT 1
**I-I th-think I got this!** Badger sent as she jumped towards a low branch and grabbed it with the both of her hands. It was slippery with snow and ice, and her other hand did not hold it for long. The wolfrider swung a little and gasped out loud. She did not want to fall and knock her head, because then the wolves might just attack -- and even without wolves, knocking one's head was not fun.
She reached the free hand up, and sent out a desperate cry of help.
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Post by No-Sting on Sept 23, 2014 9:03:36 GMT 1
No-Sting's heart leapt into her throat as she received Badger's sending and saw the weak grip she had on the branch she'd grabbed.
Unthinking, No-Sting threw herself from the tree she was standing in and over to Badger's tree, landing with just enough balance to keep upright and not send herself toward a deadly fall.
She crouched down on the branch Badger was holding on to and reached out, taking hold of the other elf's arms. **Let go of the branch and grab on to me! I'll pull you up!**
Easier said than done, but it was a fair drop down, with wolves circling the base of the tree. Failing to keep Badger safe couldn't be allowed!
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Post by Badger on Sept 23, 2014 9:21:57 GMT 1
Had it been any other time, Badger would have admired the leap from tree to tree. She would've found No-Sting's skills admirable -- she just was now a little bit occupied. Shaking, she grabbed the held out hand, reaching with the other one as well, kicking whatever there was below, either to ward off or to get a step on something.
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Post by No-Sting on Sept 23, 2014 10:45:10 GMT 1
No-Sting fumbled for a moment, just missing Badger's other hand. Then, just as her grip was about to slip, she got hold of both of Badger's hands and pulled with all her might.
Twisting her body so she was aiming her backward fall toward the tree's trunk she heaved Badger onto the branch, catching herself against the trubk with a painful jolt to one shoulder.
Hissing from the pain, No-Sting did her best to get her bearings back. **Are you all right?**
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Post by Badger on Sept 26, 2014 6:52:10 GMT 1
**I am now.** Badger replied, panting, **Thank you.**
She sat down on the branch, watching the beasts beneath. It was a hostile world, it seemed to the wolfrider, much more hostile than the one she had called home.
After a few deep breaths, she looked at No-Sting, whispering a soft "Oh".
**You've hurt yourself?** she asked the tuft-eared maiden, her sending laced with guilt and worry. **My fault.**
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Post by No-Sting on Oct 8, 2014 22:56:35 GMT 1
No-Sting tried to give a carefree shrug at Badger's concern, only to flinch at the sting in her shoulder.
**It's not so bad,** she sent back, seeing sending as the best way to show she wasn't badly hurt - only a pulled or bruised muscle at the most. **And it wasn't your fault. I doubt you called for those wolves to come and run across us.** She gave a wide smile at that, feeding off the adrenaline of the both of them having survived thus far relatively unscratched and now at a safe height from the wolves.
**Speaking of which,** she sent, glancing down at the wolf pack circling the tree, a few making hopeful jumps at their branch, **any good ideas for how we can make these beasts lose our trail? Leading them back to the caves would be dangerous - I don't know how fast Keleero can shape a tunnel shut.**
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Post by Badger on Oct 9, 2014 20:18:28 GMT 1
Badger sighed in relief. The last thing she wanted was to hurt this new friend of hers. She kept her gaze away from No-Sting and watched the wolves beneath them. It seemed like the two elves would not bring in the meat tonight after all.
**I have no idea.** Badger replied, when No-Sting asked about the wolves losing their trail. **I would guess they are desperate now -- it seems like they lost their supper -- just like us.**
She eyed the branches and trees nearby. The last incident had been a discouraging experience, so the fisher was not feeling like suggesting them hopping off from tree to tree. The branches were slippery and icy.
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Post by No-Sting on Oct 16, 2014 21:16:31 GMT 1
No-Sting frowned, deep in thought. This wasn't the first time she'd been stuck in a tree, surrounded by wolves. They were a big threat back home.
**I think I have an idea,** she sent to Badger after a moment. **It will take some jumping and might be a bit risky, but I think it's our best chance to not bring a hungry wolf pack down on us and the others. Ready to take a chance?**
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Post by Badger on Jan 26, 2015 17:12:43 GMT 1
OoC: Sorry it has taken me forever to get back to this thread. TT^TT
~*~
Badger was not much of a risk taker. Her eyes widened a little and she took a deep breath. She wanted to say 'no', because she was afraid, but she also realized she might be afraid for nothing.
"S-sure..." she whispered, barely audibly, because she could not trust her sending at this point -- the truth was she was scared.
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Post by No-Sting on Feb 5, 2015 0:23:49 GMT 1
OOC: No stress! Beacon Call has no participation demands, so you can take as long as you need with your replies  I do enjoy rp-ing with you, so I'm happy to see a post, but never feel worried about "holding up the game" or something like that! Especially as I'm good at going MIA from time to time XD IC:While she didn't get up with the swiftness she'd wished, due to her still aching shoulder, No-Sting got to her feet and grabbed a couple of pine cones. **First, we need to arm ourselves. We might not be able to hopp fast from branch to branch in this weather, but I think we can confuse these unfriendly beasts a little.** A small part of No-Sting, one unwisely not focused on the present danger, wanted to show off for Badger. She did her best to push that part of her back into whatever thrill seeking corner of her mind it had crawled out of; she liked Badger and that meant not getting her into more danger by ways of silly, kittenish stunts. **Remember the river?** No-Sting sent, her words accompanied by an image of the river in question. **I think that if we split up and one of us throws enough of these at the wolves, they'll get into chasing the 'fleeing' one. That way one of us can begin to make our way home without wolves on our tail. The fleeing one will still be chased of course, but I doubt they wolves will cross the river at its deeper points, so that should be a way to lose them.** No-Sting surveyed the surrounding trees, trying to block out the growling from the wolves below. They all looked very much like the trees from home. Running from branch to branch in winter was always a challenge, but it was far from impossible. **Seeing as us tuftears are more at home in the trees, I think I should be the one to do the running and you do the throwing. This won't be the first time I outwit a wolf pack through some fancy foot work, so you just focus on bothering the wolves enough that they'll choose me as more appetizing prey.** Bragging. Idiot, you're bragging, and about something you seem to be better at than her! Why don't you just end that with pushing her out of the tree, just to really make friends with her?"Eh," No-Sting found herself saying out loud, rubbing at her sore shoulder. "That is, I'm, eh, I'm sure you do very well on the ground where I'm less graceful and I think you have a better throwing arm at the moment." She hoped her lack of sending this didn't make her look insincere.
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Post by Badger on Mar 1, 2015 18:44:17 GMT 1
Badger pondered the plan, but could not think of anything better to do. She looked down at the wolves, feeling a little sad that they were not the kind she was used to. They were, truly, unfriendly beasts. She sighed a little, then looked at No-Sting.
"I can't think of a better plan for now." she admitted, little unwillingly. The wolfrider touched tuft-eared maiden's hands gently. "Just don't get more hurt. I, uhh, I could not carry the blame."
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Post by No-Sting on Jun 7, 2015 20:17:47 GMT 1
OOC: Sorry for ridiculously long time between posts - I managed to remove the "not read yet" notice on this and thus forgot it was my turn.
IC:
No-Sting did her best to put on a brave grin at Sunset's concern. "We both chose to go hunting. Sounds like equal blame if there is any blame to be placed." She gave laugh she hoped didn't show her nerves.
Taking a deep breath No-Sting braced herself against the tree trunk, readying herself to rush off. "Just give me a signal and I'll be off."
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Post by Badger on Aug 25, 2015 16:49:47 GMT 1
Badger took some of the pinecones ready and took aim at the snarling beasts.
"Go," she whispered, then cleared her throat and said it louder: "Go!"
At the second time, the wolfrider tossed the first pinecone at the wolves -- the act itself made her cringe a little, she felt kinship to the wolves. Nonetheless, they were in a deep swamp of trouble, if they did not act according to the plan.
She tossed another one, locksending to the wolves an apology. The sending to the wolves went unheard -- they were not elf-blooded indeed.
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