Snowfur and Slavka – A Clan Roleplay
Chapter 3
Snowfur made a smile. Surprised at her reaction. He gave her a brief lick then the painful thought of reality came back. He looked at the smoke and started running. He had never experienced a wildfire, in the mountains, it was avalanches which should be feared.
Slavka leapt off the stony ledge, trying to get away from the horrible flames eating the forest. Her heart was thudding loudly as she ran, urging her legs to go faster, even faster. The fire was everywhere as she leapt and growled, trying her best to get over.
A burning tree fell in front of Snowfur's paws. He gasped then leapt over it, still in shock. He regained his determination then his legs, pounded the earth faster and faster, he leapt over burning bush and branches hoping to survive the terrible truth, that unfolded in front of him as he sped through the woodland.
Slavka
was thrown to the ground by
the sudden force of the falling tree trunk, but the strong she-wolf
growled and got back up onto her aching feet, sending strength to her
strong legs, leaping across the trunk, narrowly missing the fire. She
had no time to think, except about survival. She had to survive, she
had to! She couldn't die!
She winced as the fire closed around
her, making a circle. The circle of death.
Snowfur looked at her and the circle around her. He had to do something! He spun round and clambered onto the fallen tree he then jumped over the ring of fire and stood with Slavka. You have to jump through the flames. It is the only way. He yipped.
For
the first time since she was a cub, fear started to glitter in the
she-wolf's eyes. She couldn't do it. The flames were as high as two
wolves on top of each other, she just couldn't jump over that! Her
muscles tensed even more with the pressure and heat and she winced as
she took off, closing her eyes, letting Fenris to decide if she was
to live.
And she was! The circle was behind her! She looked at
Snowfur with thanks in her eyes, and ran on.
Snowfur did the same, taking a breath of courage, then making the leap. He bounded off after Slavka quietly congratulating her for clearing the height.
Slavka ran on, trying to get past the burning forest as fast as she could, struggling with her aching, painful legs, ignoring the painful sparks as they landed on her silvery fur. She knew there was a river to the east, and if they could make it there, they would be safe.
Slavka just wanted to nod, but when she turned her head back, she could see that the fire was still after them, so she growled. We will be, when we get over this wet! With that, she bounded forward, skidding to a short halt at the riverbank's edge. The fast wet wasn't that fast at all, and Slavka was sure she could jump over, so she leapt off. For a second, she thought she was going to land safely, but she slipped and her silvery head hit a rock, the water quickly taking the unconscious wolf in its embrace.
Snowfur gasped. He jumped in the fast wet and swam over to her gracefully, yet full of panic and anxiousness. He clamped his jaw around Slavka's scruff as gently as he could then hauled her up onto the shore, using extreme effort. He licked her. Slavka? Are you alive? He licked her again then nestled his fur onto hers.
For a time, that seemed like summers in the she-wolf's head, there was complete darkness. Nothing, not even dreams. Just blackness, like it was before the wolf gods made the world. After a time, must've been half of the sun, her eyelashes fluttered open again, and once her image of the world wasn't blurry anymore, she asked:Where am I? Who are you? What happened?
'We got across the fast-wet!' He yipped to her relieved that she was awake again. 'You fell, when you jumped and hit your head on that rock' He explained. He gave her a lick. 'I am Snowfur. Remember? The wildfire? The auroch?' He exclaimed trying to jog a memory in her head.
Slavka nodded slowly, but then remembered fully. Of course, I remember now. It seemed logical to the leader she-wolf that Snowfur had saved her from the wet, and her silvery grey fur was completely dry. She must've slept for so long. Slavka got back up onto her feet, giving him a short lick. Thank you.
Snowfur gave her a nod. He then padded off. The fire has caused destruction to the forest... He said sighing in distress as he looked at the burnt remains of the trees.
Slavka nodded, again almost wondering at the rage of the element of Fire. She walked off among the trees, thinking what options she had to go. She couldn't go back to her pack now, not after she abandoned them in the fire, not after she denied her duty as a leader. There were only two choices she had: the mountains, or to stay in the Shadowland, as she called the burned down ground. She knew it would take summers for the forest to be again as it was before, and she didn't like the idea on staying on the barren ground.
Snowfur looked at her again. I don't think we should stay here. He said as he pawed the ground cautiously. He lapped up water from the river thirstily then looked at Slavka for an answer barren ground. She would go to the mountains. She would survive.
Slavka shook her silver head. I'm not going to, neither was planning to. I'm going to the mountains, to try my luck there for a while. You're welcome to come with me, yet you are welcome to go your own way, shall you wish so. She pawed the dusty, black ground nervously, waiting for an answer.
Snowfur came closer to her. I couldn't leave you... Unless it was of your bidding. He said licking her muzzle affectionately. He smiled, wondering if he had done the right thing or not.
Slavka closed her eyes, still taking in what had just happened in the last moment. She could still feel his lick on her muzzle, still feel his fur close to her own. After a while, she licked him back, rubbing her head into his fur.
Snowfur smiled and wished the moment to never end. He licked her again then rubbed his muzzle against her own. Snowfur lay down next to her and grinned happily.
Slavka whined happily, wishing to howl to the skies that she had found something to love among the burned down trees and ground. She gave his muzzle one long rasping lick, then raised her muzzle to the night sky, singing about her happiness, which she had found among despair.
Snowfur smiled then wagged his tail against the ground. I thought you wouldn't remember me, and you wouldn't like me. He told her, still wagging his tail and snuffle-licking her fur.
Slavka showed her canines, but more in a smile than a show of anger, as there was no anger in her at the time. How couldn't I like you? It's impossible that I wouldn't! She nuzzled his white scruff and wagged her bushy tail.
Snowfur chuckled. Slavka - I love you. He yipped to her then licked her muzzle and pawed the earth anxiously. They had only known each other for a few suns but he couldn't control his yearn to be with her. He just had to show his feelings for her.
For the first time since her cubhood, Slavka laughed heartily, and pawed Snowfur's muzzle, tugging on his ear, telling him to play. She barked at him as she leapt away, daring him to chase her. She felt so playful, so worryless, now that she knew that he felt the same.
Snowfur smiled at her pleasant reaction then play-bit her ear and rolled around the ground wagged his tail like a cub. He enjoyed it. The last moon, he was alone searching the ice plains and entering the forest, now he had found a friend and fallen in love. Everything was perfect.
