Post by Paws on Nov 28, 2012 22:40:22 GMT -5
[Since this is a RP set in the DWoW universe, Sapphire told me to put it in AU. If this isn't the right place I'll move it. Set a while back, during the fire in the Pridelands, before the plague arc. Also, sucky title is really sucky.]
Remy- Paws
Lesedi- Mo
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Fire. There had been fire everywhere. Nearly everywhere Remy looked, there were bright blazes of red flame and ebony smoke being thrown up into the air. So many tents had been set aflame; he was lucky he had smelled the smoke and escaped the mess hall before things got too bad. Now all that was left were remnants of the event that had been set in motion by the Human Villains. Crumpled white tents, now stained with charred cinders and ash littered the ground. Soldiers left and right who had been stuck in their tents were either out getting fresh air and medical aid, or in the process of being rescued by an ally who wasn't affected or was only slightly burned.
Remy stood there, helpless. He could see the medics treating the wounded and those who were ill from the smoke and flames. He had poked his nose around the scene, but everyone was clearly busy tending to someone or helping a trapped ally. Several times with his hanging around he got to assist the medics- something Remy only rarely ever did- and even when he was around them, he wasn't permitted to do much. Mostly he sat on his haunches, sometimes fetching buckets and cups of water or soaking rags to cool overheated soldiers. But that was really the extent of what the rat could do.
And, in this time of peril, he was bored with it.
Dulled, rather, by his lack of activity. Remy needed something to keep him preoccupied; sitting around and only doing one activity every once in a while was making him a bit antsy. He wanted to be cooking; inventing new dishes and impressing the soldiers. Instead, his tent had to be repaired, and he had practically been ordered to sit around and wait; wait for the fire to die down, wait for the soldiers to be tended to, wait for his next order. The rat got up, pink tail dragging along the ashen ground, giving one final glance to the medics and the soldiers, and walked off.
As he walked, however, a new thought came across his mind. Lesedi. Remy hadn't seen her in a long while; they'd have their brief chats during mealtimes or whenever someone else would be cooking dinner, but that was the extent. Where was she? Did she fare well; was she uninjured? An expression of concern started to form on his face as he dropped down to all four paws, his long snout in the air, sniffing for her. Meerkats, he knew, were notoriously good diggers. Perhaps she dug her way out before the fire got too bad? Hell- did she even make it out alive?
Remy broke into a sprint, looking at every smoke-stained tent that lay in a heap. His pink ears were flat against his head as panic and fear started to set in. He looked up and saw the curls of gray smoke staining the night sky. He only hoped she was alive.
"Lesedi!" he called, attempting to be heard over the commotion, concern clear in his voice. "Lesedi, speak to me! Can you hear me?" Oh, I do hope she's alright...
Remy- Paws
Lesedi- Mo
--
Fire. There had been fire everywhere. Nearly everywhere Remy looked, there were bright blazes of red flame and ebony smoke being thrown up into the air. So many tents had been set aflame; he was lucky he had smelled the smoke and escaped the mess hall before things got too bad. Now all that was left were remnants of the event that had been set in motion by the Human Villains. Crumpled white tents, now stained with charred cinders and ash littered the ground. Soldiers left and right who had been stuck in their tents were either out getting fresh air and medical aid, or in the process of being rescued by an ally who wasn't affected or was only slightly burned.
Remy stood there, helpless. He could see the medics treating the wounded and those who were ill from the smoke and flames. He had poked his nose around the scene, but everyone was clearly busy tending to someone or helping a trapped ally. Several times with his hanging around he got to assist the medics- something Remy only rarely ever did- and even when he was around them, he wasn't permitted to do much. Mostly he sat on his haunches, sometimes fetching buckets and cups of water or soaking rags to cool overheated soldiers. But that was really the extent of what the rat could do.
And, in this time of peril, he was bored with it.
Dulled, rather, by his lack of activity. Remy needed something to keep him preoccupied; sitting around and only doing one activity every once in a while was making him a bit antsy. He wanted to be cooking; inventing new dishes and impressing the soldiers. Instead, his tent had to be repaired, and he had practically been ordered to sit around and wait; wait for the fire to die down, wait for the soldiers to be tended to, wait for his next order. The rat got up, pink tail dragging along the ashen ground, giving one final glance to the medics and the soldiers, and walked off.
As he walked, however, a new thought came across his mind. Lesedi. Remy hadn't seen her in a long while; they'd have their brief chats during mealtimes or whenever someone else would be cooking dinner, but that was the extent. Where was she? Did she fare well; was she uninjured? An expression of concern started to form on his face as he dropped down to all four paws, his long snout in the air, sniffing for her. Meerkats, he knew, were notoriously good diggers. Perhaps she dug her way out before the fire got too bad? Hell- did she even make it out alive?
Remy broke into a sprint, looking at every smoke-stained tent that lay in a heap. His pink ears were flat against his head as panic and fear started to set in. He looked up and saw the curls of gray smoke staining the night sky. He only hoped she was alive.
"Lesedi!" he called, attempting to be heard over the commotion, concern clear in his voice. "Lesedi, speak to me! Can you hear me?" Oh, I do hope she's alright...
