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Post by PenguinwithSocks on Jun 14, 2010 21:06:01 GMT -6
BANG!
Penguin jumped and wheeled around at what sounded like an explosion coming from the old inn. If it was possible, the place smelled even mustier than before, even from the distance Penguin was at. She took off for the building, still managing a small sigh as she wondered what on earth Scourge had managed to do. She was the clumsy one, for Pete's sake, not him. Couldn't let him go stealing her thing...
She nosed her way into the building and tried sniffing for Scourge's scent. An entirely unhelpful move, as the entire building was covered his smell. She started looking, a little more frantically now, for any sign that Scourge was there. She darted back upstairs to where she left him, picking up marker after marker that he had been there, all turning out to be among the many left by a wolf living in one place for too long. She raced around the second floor, jumping over holes in the floor and going around fallen beams, but couldn't find him anywhere. Running back to the first floor, Penguin picked up a fresh scent. This had to be from just now.
She followed the rather erratic pattern across the first floor, finally following it to the basement door, in front of which lay a single leaf. Penguin held very still for a moment, and heard a slight whimpering coming from the darkness in front of her. She barked into the abyss, hoping for some sort of reply from the closest thing she's ever had to a friend.
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Post by Redclaws on Jun 14, 2010 21:52:17 GMT -6
Scourge lay there in silence for a long time, wondering if this was how he was going to die, broken and twisted in a dark and lonely basement. Oh well, it'd been a good life, not much had happened, but that meant nothing much went wrong either, so all in all it was a pretty good deal. He just wised he could've lived a little more of it, and maybe even gotten Penguin to like him.
He heard a bark come from above him, but he was too tired and weak to bark back. All he was able to get out was a small "Hruf..." before his head fell back down with a thump.
OOC: Not very much I can do at this point, lol
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Post by PenguinwithSocks on Jun 18, 2010 14:14:46 GMT -6
OOC: lol, sorry, I just wanted to give you a chance to throw in a sentence or two  Penguin stood completely still, listening for some sort of reply. She was sure Scourge had to be down there somewhere, but why wasn't he replying? The twisted knot in her stomach grew worse. What if he was injured? Or dead? Penguin shuddered, and with a deep breath, she took a step into the darkness. The steps groaned as she carefully lowered herself onto each one. They didn't feel stable in the slightest, and they wobbled and swayed some as Penguin continued to move forward. With each step, she carefully felt in front of her with her paw to make sure that she was stepping out onto something solid rather than thin air. A few steps in, she jolted forward slightly as she stuck her paw out and felt nothing. Carefully controlling her breathing. Penguin took a cautious step backwards along the stairs, moving to a place she knew to be more stable. Reaching her head around behind her, she pulled out a rotting piece of wood that was once part of the handrail and held the end in her mouth. Slowly, and ignoring the splinters working their way painfully into the roof of her mouth and her tongue, she felt out in front of her, trying to determine the size of the gap. The end of the stick just touched the other side of the stairs, meaning that the gap was about three feet wide. Not to far to jump, but there was no way to know how stable the other side would be once she landed, or if all of the stairs past that point were even there. She then took the stick and poked into the hole, trying to judge just how high above the ground she was. Again, the stick just touched the ground, meaning she was about three feet from a safe landing. Much better odds for her. Just to be safe, Penguin felt around on the ground where she'd be landing. Totally smooth. She dropped the stick and tried to put some oomph behind her drop so the stick would roll away and she wouldn't impale herself. Instead of clattering, though, as a stick would upon hitting concrete ground, there was a muffled thud following by some faint moaning. "Scourge?" Penguin called. No answer, just more whimpering. She must have hit him. "Sorry Scourge! Just hold still, ok? I'm coming down." With that, she gently hopped down from the edge of the stairs and braced her joints for the impact. She clattered to the floor and immediately put her nose to the ground. It was pitch dark, and the only way she'd find Scourge without running into him was by his scent. Heaven knows it's strong enough. She inched forward, trying to avoid bits of wood as best she could, until she reached the source of Scourge's potent odor. She nosed along his fur until she figured out which way was up. "Scourge? Can you hear me?" He whimpered slightly in response, then got out a faint, "Yes." "Ok, Scourge, I need you to listen to me. Can you do that?" More whimpering. "No, I'm going to need you to do better than that. Talk to me, ok?" "Ok," came the faint reply. Good. At least he was talking a little. "All right, I need you to tell me if you know anything about what's in this basement. Are there any crates, or windows, or anything I should know about?" She waited for Scourge's response. OOC: Sorry, hun, that's all I can do before I have to go to work! Lemme know if you wanna keep this up tonight! |
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Post by Redclaws on Jun 18, 2010 23:56:10 GMT -6
Scourge heard scuffling above him. She was coming down! He desperately tried to choke out: Be careful! But his voice failed him. He listened in horror as she took one step, then two... then... She stopped! He heard her poking around a bit more, and then a stick fell and hit him square in the belly. "ow..." He moaned... His belly already hurt enough, why should a stick have to fall on it? She called down to him. His only possible answer was a moan. After what seemed like hours, she finally plopped down beside him. He heard her start sniffing around, and was glad he bathed himself yesterday. ( ) She reached his body and started poking her nose in it. When she reached his head, he puffed air out of his hot, dry, nose, to let her know it was his head. Scourge thought a little, then replied hoarsely. "No... I don't think I've ever been down here... I have no clue... See if you can find a flippy thing at the top of the stairs, then we'll be able to see... Was it a very far gap from where the stairs started to where they broke? And also, if you get back up, can you bring me some food and water? I really need some..." |
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Post by PenguinwithSocks on Jun 20, 2010 20:58:46 GMT -6
"I can't get back up the stairs, Scourge, they're broken. We're going to have to find another way out." Penguin straightened up. "I'm gonna go try and figure out what else is down here, ok? I'll be right back, I promise." Penguin slowly turned her head around, widening her eyes in an attempt to see something in the blackness. If she held her head still enough, she could vaguely make out the fuzzy outlines of what must be whatever the humans had stored down there. Doing her very best to avoid any objects and phantom shadows should could make out, Penguin worked her way towards what would have been the end of the staircase.
Carefully sticking her nose out, she took a quick whiff. Yuck. It smelled like drywall and paint. She lifted her head to try and get her nose away from the disgusting scent, and hit the handrail the humans used to keep themselves from falling. Yes! This must be where the flippy thing Scourge was talking about was. They had one just like it at the zoo. She took a step back, and launched herself onto her haunches and fell forward onto the wall. She felt something under her paw, but it didn't move. She tried again, aiming for a little more to the left, and this time, she heard a decisive "click."
Suddenly the room was dimly lit by a tired, buzzing light bulb hanging from the ceiling of the remarkably small basement. Most of the walls were only half-finished, with bits of drywall and insulation hanging out in places. The stairs looked like they were eaten away by termites, and when Penguin looked at the ragged, worn mess that she had come down on, she wondered how on earth she had managed to get down there at all without dying.
She looked around the rest of the room, trying to find a way out. There were quite a few crates, and a few cobweb covered windows near the ceiling, but nothing that screamed escape route.
She suddenly realized how quiet it was. She walked back to Scourge and nosed him gently.
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Post by Redclaws on Jun 20, 2010 22:31:55 GMT -6
Scourge heard her sniffing around in the darkness, trying to find a way to fix their problems. "This is all my fault." He mumbled. "I'm really sorry, you didn't have to jump in after me." He heard her bonk her head on the stairway handle, and tried to stifle a chuckle. She mananged to get the lights on, but everything still seemed dark to Scourge. Confused, and blinking a few times, He realized something shocking. He couldn't see! He sniffed around, and noticed a very sharp, foul smell. Some type of liquid had spilled all over his eyes, dried, and blocked his vision. He tried scratching it off, and it worked a little, but bits of it still clung to his fur, refusing to go away. Now that he could see a little, he noticed that it was the same color as the walls upstairs. This must be what the humans used to color them. Penguin started nosing his side. "I'm fine, just cant see very well. What's down here? Anything that can help?"
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Post by PenguinwithSocks on Jun 28, 2010 20:25:31 GMT -6
Penguin ran over at the sound of Scourge whining. Upon seeing him, she muffled a gasp and swallowed the vomit that tried to force its way out of her mouth. To keep herself from freaking out as much as to prevent Scourge from panicking, Penguin began nuzzling his side. "It's gonna be ok, gonna be ok..."
Scourge was covered in blood and dust. All the whitewash and drywall that wasn't in the air or on the walls (which was very little at this point) was caked onto his fur. A milky combination of partially dried blood and dusty drywall had caked his eyes almost entirely shut, and a river of blood was congealing as it made it's way from a decent wound on the side of his head.
Penguin gagged a little. "Ok, Scourge, we're gonna find a way out of here, but you gotta stay with me, ok? Let's work on getting your eyes open..." With that, Penguin took one last swallow and began cleaning the disgusting concoction off of Scourge's eyes. When those were clear, she worked her way towards the wound, making sure she got it as clean as possible. When she was done, the wet, matted fur revealed a relatively small wound. She giggled a little, despite herself. "Easy bleeder, aren't you?" Scourge only moaned.
"How do you feel? Are you hurt anywhere else?" She scanned his body quickly, looking for anything that may be broken or bleeding.
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Post by Redclaws on Jul 23, 2010 22:51:56 GMT -6
OOC: I was thinking paint actually, not drywall Scourge winced as he felt her claws digging against his soft fur. He gritted his teeth and yelped when it tugged at his fur, refusing to let go. He saw blood and wondered what it was doing down there. He then traced the puddle back to his head. He was bleeding! Badly! He panicked and jumped up, knocking Penguin over, ignoring her heavy bleeder comment and her other questions. She had been sniffing him for wounds when he noticed his injury. He ran to a corner and cowered in it, not wanting to look at anything. He heard Penguin walk over. "Dont come near me..." He warned. "I might infect you with something..." He didn't know much about viruses and such (living alone your whole life will do that to ya) but he figured if his blood touched her, she'd instantly die. Two different wolves couldn't mix, could they? He'd heard about mating and where pups came from, but wasn't aware of the technicality of "becoming one being". He just thought it meant being really close to one another. Either way, he wasn't going to let his blood touch her, for fear of her life. Whenever she got near him, he jumped away, not wanting to get her sick. |
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Post by PenguinwithSocks on Aug 28, 2010 16:53:45 GMT -6
Penguin rolled her eyes. It was just blood. She'd already ingested about half of it, anyway, she thought with a wave a nausea. Ew. "Scourge, would you stop being such a baby and just let me help you? I promise you won't explode or anything." He didn't listen, and continued to sidestep Penguin every time she got even remotely close to where he was hiding.
"Listen, if you want to die down here, go ahead, but my plan was to get you out." Penguin was getting a little irritated. While it was kind of cute the way he was hiding in the corner as though he'd done something wrong, she knew he was only encouraging any bleeding she'd just stopped. Plus, he'd probably broken his bones in about half a dozen places and this was not helping. She took another step forward, and Scourge sank deeper into the wall.
"Listen, Scourge, I'm not going to get sick, ok? But you are if you don't grow up and start listening to me!"
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Post by Redclaws on Sept 4, 2010 10:49:03 GMT -6
Scourge cowered for a new reason now. Not because he was scared of getting her sick, but simply because he was scared of her! He slowly creeped out of his corner and laid down for inspection. "But if I kill you, you wont be mad?" He asked, completely unaware of how his scentence didnt even work. He winced as Penguin went back to work. As she worked, he looked around. Shelves of all sorts lined the walls, and musty old cleaning supplies and such were everywhere. He saw a window too, which made him wag his tail a little. A window? That meant a way out! "Penguin... I see a window... We can escape!" He tried to get up and hobble to it, but Penguin held him in place. He sank back down. He was just going to have to wait.
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