The Disaster
Mar 12, 2013 22:02:40 GMT -5
Post by Stranger on Mar 12, 2013 22:02:40 GMT -5
The days were starting to grow shorter, the sun starting up late and falling early. The way the winds manipulate the trees to force dancing leaves before the array of colours that would shine through their dense , slowly changing colouration. Every time my eyes would look to stare in the array of colours, or ears twisting to listen to the whistling that echoed through the valleys, I got this sense of adoration for the world I was born into. Everything, since I was a pup, would sing to me, lull me to sleep and keep me sound from the insanity that would lure me later on my life.
When I was a pup, there were no packs. There was no such thing as living a in shelter that would protect you from the cruel outside world. No. It was all rogues, at least where I grew up. The scarcity of prey would later succumb many lives or the fights over a fresh carcass many could only wish to have. It wasn’t until I decided to chance it and wander past the mountains, the grassy terrains and the devilish swamps that nearly tore me apart did I learn of what a pack was, and how they existed.
Nothing would prepare me for what came next.
It was as if in one night, when I found shelter in the mountains from the terrifying storms that raped these lands on a seemingly constant basis that the hunters were there. The two legged ones. However, they seemed to pass just as quickly as they showed. Then it was the threat of being sick. Some seemed to fall prey to their illness. The prey, just as fast, fell to it as well leaving nothing but rotting carcass that none, not even the birds, dared to touch in fear to becoming just like them. It was even in the swamps, not the symptoms, but a flood. Something so savage that could eat anything alive, I still don’t know how they survived. They must be some of the strongest ones, being able to live in something so daring an still manage to survive. However, there is that one pack, I don’t know the name of it, but they seemed to dwindle down.
Everything seems so strange here.
It was a few months that I lingered in these parts, learning about the do’s and don’ts of the lands. Lord knew that I hated it here but being drawn to it was something that my heart seemed to be unable to purge itself from. Like being called from an unknown force that refuses to leave until answered. Well, here I am. I answered it and I regret it. Even after the calamity that hit, I wish I had left instead of seeing the terror an destruction. Oh, the bloodshed that now blends in with the shores, the waters and the lands that none should be able to thrive on.
Yet, They Do.
It was only a few days ago, maybe a week max. The storm clouds seemed to stop their invasion of rain allowing it to calm down for a while even though the darkness still loomed over like a bad shadow. It was like that for a day or two until what seemed to be like a giant sun starting up near the outter edges of view. Every day it got brighter until a few days ago that it finally burst through the clouds. It was a meteor. It seemed so much bigger than the sun and moved just as slowly. The blinding fires that lay atop the surface slowly broke off, small chunks starting to fall faster than the giant thing itself. I was warned of this from my grandparents. They told me that one day the earth would faulter beneath a giant rock that would swallow everything beneath its landing grip. Their stories were coming true.
It took a few days, but it all seemed to happen so quickly.
Between the first and third day, the grey clouds seemed to twist about like a tornado would, puffs of mixed white and grey. Possibly a little bit of black in there too, it was hard to see really. The swirling first started off slow, as it would around an active volcano, though, I haven’t seen any volcanos in this valley before. I thought there could have been a dormant one. Oh how I was wrong. After the first day, it got a little faster, swirling and melding it’s grey-scale together in a weird mist type formation. I kept watching, watching to see if anything would happen. Though, the third day was stranger yet. The formation itself in the clouds was as fast as a tornado. I had seen one before, from a safe distance when I was a pup back where my home used to be beyond the cliffs.
By the time the fourth day appeared, a giant red orb seemed to surround itself just over the horizon beyond the mountains. It seemed to be moving slowly, then again, I was wrong entirely. The red sphere slowly emerged through the twisting clouds taking the shape of a giant meteor. What happened after would be something that none would ever forget. When the meteor broke through the clouds, the earth started to feel warmer, like something was scolding. The rains stopped entirely, as if being evaporated right from thin air. Not even a mist stood a chance against this behemoth of a creation. Puteus Lake seemed to be the first to feel the suffering, other than the once dry grass in Equus Fields. The simmering could be felt just near the surface, the shores being pulled back from the evaporation. Then the fish. Oh Lord the fish! They started bobbing up to the surface as if some poison had reached their gills. The fields that were once plush with prey soon saw their own kind fall over from over-heating. Small tinges of the tallest grasses seemed to grow more brown as the first few days passed, as if something set them aflame.
The fifth day was even harder. The heat could be felt and the entire meteor emerged from its grey clouded covering. Though, barely able to actually look at the thing, small chunks seemed to disperse itself from the giant, heading in different directions. The angle it showed itself, it was heading for the swampland first. The pack that resided there, bless their hearts, would never be the same ever. The heat on the fifth day, if anything survived, would be a miracle in itself. It seems as if the heat not only hindered the waters all around this area, but even dried up the swamp leaving any creature that seemed to live in its murky waters to become feeble an pass away. It was a heart breaking vision when I went through there after the dynamic encounter.
By the time the sixth day appeared, the small fragmented pieces hit the earth during the night with such searing heat that anything within a good couple feet radius burned. The creatures that were unfortunately in the way became deceased within mere seconds, their suffering heard for miles with their whines. It was a real heart ache over all. It seemed as though nothing at all was safe anymore, not even the cool nights were livable anymore. Taking shelter in the deeper caves seemed to be the only way I could get myself away from the blasted summer like temperatures… even if it was hotter right now.
On day seven, that’s when tragedy struck. As if the small fragments weren’t enough, the meteor itself finally landed. It landed straight on top of the swamps! The behemoth of a rock slid from just before where that pack resided and slid right into it! If there were survivors, I don’t think they would be too well off right now, let alone alive. If they were, they’d be rather lucky that they weren’t wanted dead. I haven’t treaded that far yet, though, with the way the winds echo it seemed to speak that there was a casualty or two. I don’t know. I can’t stand the smell of that place so I’ve stayed away. The meteor, thinking it was just going to stay where it was, skidded its way right towards another pack! It went a good couple of miles to reach, finally coming to a stop on Adyta! Oh, I hope there’s none there that were harmed. It seemed the rest of the packs were fine, three surviving out of all five. One could not complain. Though, if any wanted to repopulate those two areas things would be one hell of a mess.
The fires that lurked in the massive rocks wake would soon dwindle and burn themselves away, but that took a whole week. Most of the lakes were either dried up entirely or becoming rather close to it. The rogue wolves, like myself, would visit regularly to keep ourselves semi hydrated. There was no food, though, unless one was willing to feast on the half charred carcasses that were too close, the flesh almost too burnt to even chew making the insides not worth it. Though, there were some desperate ones that would still fight with the meat.
The site itself was a giant massacre. If anything that was supposed to be in the way survived, it would be a miracle. My heart raced, watching over this as much as possible and turning away at certain points. Though all would have awoken when the rock landed, unable to slumber because of the earthquake that it caused, the rumbling causing the mountains to even shake and release their own landslides beyond what the eyes could see. Most caverns, caves, dens, and anything else either caved in or were lucky enough to remain slightly open. There would be so much death in this past week, more than any could ever know..
When I was a pup, there were no packs. There was no such thing as living a in shelter that would protect you from the cruel outside world. No. It was all rogues, at least where I grew up. The scarcity of prey would later succumb many lives or the fights over a fresh carcass many could only wish to have. It wasn’t until I decided to chance it and wander past the mountains, the grassy terrains and the devilish swamps that nearly tore me apart did I learn of what a pack was, and how they existed.
Nothing would prepare me for what came next.
It was as if in one night, when I found shelter in the mountains from the terrifying storms that raped these lands on a seemingly constant basis that the hunters were there. The two legged ones. However, they seemed to pass just as quickly as they showed. Then it was the threat of being sick. Some seemed to fall prey to their illness. The prey, just as fast, fell to it as well leaving nothing but rotting carcass that none, not even the birds, dared to touch in fear to becoming just like them. It was even in the swamps, not the symptoms, but a flood. Something so savage that could eat anything alive, I still don’t know how they survived. They must be some of the strongest ones, being able to live in something so daring an still manage to survive. However, there is that one pack, I don’t know the name of it, but they seemed to dwindle down.
Everything seems so strange here.
It was a few months that I lingered in these parts, learning about the do’s and don’ts of the lands. Lord knew that I hated it here but being drawn to it was something that my heart seemed to be unable to purge itself from. Like being called from an unknown force that refuses to leave until answered. Well, here I am. I answered it and I regret it. Even after the calamity that hit, I wish I had left instead of seeing the terror an destruction. Oh, the bloodshed that now blends in with the shores, the waters and the lands that none should be able to thrive on.
Yet, They Do.
It was only a few days ago, maybe a week max. The storm clouds seemed to stop their invasion of rain allowing it to calm down for a while even though the darkness still loomed over like a bad shadow. It was like that for a day or two until what seemed to be like a giant sun starting up near the outter edges of view. Every day it got brighter until a few days ago that it finally burst through the clouds. It was a meteor. It seemed so much bigger than the sun and moved just as slowly. The blinding fires that lay atop the surface slowly broke off, small chunks starting to fall faster than the giant thing itself. I was warned of this from my grandparents. They told me that one day the earth would faulter beneath a giant rock that would swallow everything beneath its landing grip. Their stories were coming true.
It took a few days, but it all seemed to happen so quickly.
Between the first and third day, the grey clouds seemed to twist about like a tornado would, puffs of mixed white and grey. Possibly a little bit of black in there too, it was hard to see really. The swirling first started off slow, as it would around an active volcano, though, I haven’t seen any volcanos in this valley before. I thought there could have been a dormant one. Oh how I was wrong. After the first day, it got a little faster, swirling and melding it’s grey-scale together in a weird mist type formation. I kept watching, watching to see if anything would happen. Though, the third day was stranger yet. The formation itself in the clouds was as fast as a tornado. I had seen one before, from a safe distance when I was a pup back where my home used to be beyond the cliffs.
By the time the fourth day appeared, a giant red orb seemed to surround itself just over the horizon beyond the mountains. It seemed to be moving slowly, then again, I was wrong entirely. The red sphere slowly emerged through the twisting clouds taking the shape of a giant meteor. What happened after would be something that none would ever forget. When the meteor broke through the clouds, the earth started to feel warmer, like something was scolding. The rains stopped entirely, as if being evaporated right from thin air. Not even a mist stood a chance against this behemoth of a creation. Puteus Lake seemed to be the first to feel the suffering, other than the once dry grass in Equus Fields. The simmering could be felt just near the surface, the shores being pulled back from the evaporation. Then the fish. Oh Lord the fish! They started bobbing up to the surface as if some poison had reached their gills. The fields that were once plush with prey soon saw their own kind fall over from over-heating. Small tinges of the tallest grasses seemed to grow more brown as the first few days passed, as if something set them aflame.
The fifth day was even harder. The heat could be felt and the entire meteor emerged from its grey clouded covering. Though, barely able to actually look at the thing, small chunks seemed to disperse itself from the giant, heading in different directions. The angle it showed itself, it was heading for the swampland first. The pack that resided there, bless their hearts, would never be the same ever. The heat on the fifth day, if anything survived, would be a miracle in itself. It seems as if the heat not only hindered the waters all around this area, but even dried up the swamp leaving any creature that seemed to live in its murky waters to become feeble an pass away. It was a heart breaking vision when I went through there after the dynamic encounter.
By the time the sixth day appeared, the small fragmented pieces hit the earth during the night with such searing heat that anything within a good couple feet radius burned. The creatures that were unfortunately in the way became deceased within mere seconds, their suffering heard for miles with their whines. It was a real heart ache over all. It seemed as though nothing at all was safe anymore, not even the cool nights were livable anymore. Taking shelter in the deeper caves seemed to be the only way I could get myself away from the blasted summer like temperatures… even if it was hotter right now.
On day seven, that’s when tragedy struck. As if the small fragments weren’t enough, the meteor itself finally landed. It landed straight on top of the swamps! The behemoth of a rock slid from just before where that pack resided and slid right into it! If there were survivors, I don’t think they would be too well off right now, let alone alive. If they were, they’d be rather lucky that they weren’t wanted dead. I haven’t treaded that far yet, though, with the way the winds echo it seemed to speak that there was a casualty or two. I don’t know. I can’t stand the smell of that place so I’ve stayed away. The meteor, thinking it was just going to stay where it was, skidded its way right towards another pack! It went a good couple of miles to reach, finally coming to a stop on Adyta! Oh, I hope there’s none there that were harmed. It seemed the rest of the packs were fine, three surviving out of all five. One could not complain. Though, if any wanted to repopulate those two areas things would be one hell of a mess.
The fires that lurked in the massive rocks wake would soon dwindle and burn themselves away, but that took a whole week. Most of the lakes were either dried up entirely or becoming rather close to it. The rogue wolves, like myself, would visit regularly to keep ourselves semi hydrated. There was no food, though, unless one was willing to feast on the half charred carcasses that were too close, the flesh almost too burnt to even chew making the insides not worth it. Though, there were some desperate ones that would still fight with the meat.
The site itself was a giant massacre. If anything that was supposed to be in the way survived, it would be a miracle. My heart raced, watching over this as much as possible and turning away at certain points. Though all would have awoken when the rock landed, unable to slumber because of the earthquake that it caused, the rumbling causing the mountains to even shake and release their own landslides beyond what the eyes could see. Most caverns, caves, dens, and anything else either caved in or were lucky enough to remain slightly open. There would be so much death in this past week, more than any could ever know..