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Lotus - Nunataq - September 30, 2018
@Ora
Getting lost had not been on Nunataq's agenda, but this had happened, when a sudden storm and rainfall had overcome her in the meadow she used to hang out. And in confusion she had sought shelter in the woods that were nearest to her location. Unfortunately for her - they were not the ones she was familiar with.
The problem occurred, when the teenager woke up from a slumber she had taken, to realize that it was very dark outside, it was cold and she had no idea, where she was or where she should go. The rain had washed away her tracks, therefore she was unable to retrace them, though she tried initially with very little success.
In the end - tired, wet, hungry and unhappy, Nuna sat down, tilted her head back and let out a mournful howl, hoping that anyone from her pack would hear it and take her back home.
RE: Lotus - Ora - October 07, 2018
Lost, to be lost one would have to have a destination or have a general idea of where they might be going. That did not apply to the mute child, she had no clue where she was going and had no idea where to even start looking of the feline colored girl. She was lucky though, she had been able to catch two rabbits in a short span of time. One for now, and one for later. Maybe she could find a place to store the other hare but instead she was overtaken by a sudden storm, the loud thunder struck fear in her as she ran for any shelter near her. Rain, wet and cold, soaked her dark frame before she managed to get under an overhanging rock. How lovely. Shivering the child deperatly tried to rid her fur of the water she had aquired in such a short time by shaking, she could tell by how angery the storm sounded and how dark the clouds were, that this would last a while.
Little did she know that she was a short distance from another unfortunante soul, nor did she know they both had a similar idea. Again she shivered as she curled into a wet black ball of fur, tryign to warm up as she closed her eyes. Maybe she could take a nap as the storm raged on, maybe she could finally get some sleep. The dark colored bunny resting behind her as she let out a breath that could be passed as a frustrated sigh.
Luckily for her, she could, for once but she was awaken by a sound. No, not just any sound. it was a howl, one that held sorrow and deperation. She was hoping someone she knew answered her but as the dark child listened, no one answered. With a yawn Ora moved, grabbing the brown rabbit from behind her and moving towards the sound. She knew what it was like to be alone, to not have a soul answer you and she would be damned if she let this pup feel alone and forgotten.
Her prone form entered olive and pumpkin eyes as she let out a few higher puffs of air that could be passed off as chuffs or maybe just a sound to gather the other's attention. It was the best she could do, after all she was broken and could not truly make much sould without hurting her throat.
@Nunataq
RE: Lotus - Nunataq - October 09, 2018
No one came to rescue Nunataq. She was met with an indifferent silence and this was probably the moment, when she lost her childish belief that adults could make miracles happen and solve all of the problems. That the only person you could truly depend on was not your siblings, parents or caretakers, but yourself. And somehow this idea gave her consolation, gave her courage and confidence. Because she knew Nuna-self through and through. What was more important - she had faith in her as well.
Therefore she closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and did not forget to exhale. She opened her lids, got to her feet and looked around, while also keenly listening to any sounds. Her eyesight in this complete darkness was rather useless, but the information ears provided her proved to be more useful. Because she heard a quiet chuffing sound that stood out against the background of the silent forest and definitely belonged to someone, who was alive.
With this fact settled, she sniffed, testing various particles of air, before catching one that held her interest. Canine with a tint of blood from a lagomorph. Food. And someone, who owned it. This was good news. Nuna did not waste any time - she set out bravely in the dark forest and followed the delicious trail of scent, which eventually led her to a small wolf that was partially hidden by the darkness and a strong smell of fresh meat right next to her. Nunataq scraped her mind for all tips and lessons she had received about good manners, and came up with a simple friendly interested face that was in a stark contrast with the ravenously hungry look in her eyes and drool that dripped from her mouth.