[PRP] Snowed In (Moon Whisper x Dar'ashi-Dro) (Finished)

[Wasteland Wyvern]

This is a private event RP between Moon Whisper (Inari Miko) and Dar'ashi-Dro (Wasteland Wyvern).
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Wyvern's Teepee | Inari Miko's Teepee

 

[Wasteland Wyvern]

Ash walked steadily behind the smaller walker, his steps measured and calculated so he didn't overtake her and trigger any panic attacks. He was of the giant furstock of his race so could easily travel far distances with his bigger strides than he often realized.
He studied his surroundings, taking in everything and anything he saw committing it to memory so he could map it later. Right now Moon Whisper was taking him to a nearby river that he could put on his maps as a centralized landmark. He was ever so grateful for her assistance, hers and Wisps. The strange little wolf that trotted along at her side and often interpreted her unique form of sign language.
They were close enough to the river that his keen ears were starting to pick up on the babbling water noises. Happily he started forward when the wind shifted and Moon Whisper stopped dead in her tracks. He did the same wondering exactly what it was she sensed out there. He was not from these lands so often found himself at a loss for possible dangers that came with a scent.
He watched and waited, ears on the swivel, trying in vain to pick up on whatever was out there. He felt his tail curl nervously around his back leg and his words were barely a whisper, "Does that one sense something amiss? This one admits he is still very much a kitten brain to the threats this land holds. Tell this one what is out there strider?"

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[Wasteland Wyvern]

Ash's ears dropped down and flat against his skull as he watched and waited for the answer, and when it finally came from Wisp he was utterly surprised. Snow? What exactly was snow? He'd not been in this land long of course so he wasn't sure about it at all but it seemed this snow was a bad thing. "This one senses fear from you land striders. This one knows bad weather is never a good sign but that one seems to genuinely fear the snow. Is there reason?" He asked softly as they turned to walk deeper into the forest to wherever Moon Whisper knew was a shelter from this snowstorm.
Ash found himself both concerned and ever so curious. Ever seeking new knowledge he became easily enthralled by the idea of any new experience. "Snow... Hmm what an odd word that is. What is snow like Wisp?" He directed the question to the tiny wolf instead of Moon Whisper as she seemed concentrated on finding their shelter and he didn't want to disturb her.

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[Wasteland Wyvern]

"Fascinating..." He said softly, the words nearly covered by the gradually increasing winds. "If this one had to compare it to anything this one would suggest a sandstorm. They also cover the land and make it hard to see and move about..." He stopped for a second with a hiss as a grouping of the flakes hit his flank aided by the wind and caused a slight stinging pain there, "However the sandstorms don't sting like a bee when they hit you in the flank..." He knew he was grumbling but he couldn't help it. A brand new experience was being ruined for him by the stinging pain of the snow.
When finally the trio came to the dug out den, he had to duck a bit being as tall as he was, to get inside but it wasn't a huge issue. He'd caught Wisp's near flub up in telling a secret but chose to ignore it as she'd either tell him or wouldn't as per her own prerogative. As the other two made themselves comfortable he felt himself drawn to the entrance of the den, watching with wonder as the snow fell outside. The fat white flakes whipping by at impressive speeds, carried by a strong wind. He was absolutely entranced. The big cat felt his paws twitch with an ache to step out into the snow, his lips quivering to open his mouth and catch the flakes on his tongue. Experience was calling and he was nearly on the verge of rushing out to meet it.

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[Wasteland Wyvern]

The combination of the sneeze and the cautionary words from the two had Ash turning around with a look upon his face that one might find on a kitten caught with his paw in the cream. "This one has been caught it seems..." He had the grace to look ashamed of himself. "Ah to be a kitten again, playing in a new land with new weather... This one is too old for such foolish thoughts, especially when this ones life is on the line." He nodded his head to Moon Whisper and then again to Wisp, "You've saved my tail this day landstriders. This one will not soon forget it." He almost wondered what it would be like to step out into the snow when it was done falling.
"Should we attempt sleep then while the snow is falling outside and see what comes in the morn?" He waited curiously to see what Moon wanted to do.

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[Wasteland Wyvern]

Ash could smell it, despite what Wisp was telling him Moon was saying. She was afraid again and he felt his ears pin back against his head worried that he was what was causing it somehow. He had no proof of this but something told him that he was at fault.
He sighed a bit and said, "Alright then..." Feeling his smaller form come across his body so he could lay down easier. He curled in on himself making himself appear as small as possible, tucking his nose under his tail and nodded off almost instantly. He was always quick to fall asleep but he was a lighter sleeper so if anything happened he'd know.
The last sound he heard before he dropped into a deep dreamless sleep was the wind howling in the background.

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[Wasteland Wyvern]

Dreamless was the best way to describe how Ash slept that day. The sound of the storm in his ears, the soft whooshing both relaxing and semi-terrifying. So lightly he slept that every single sound made his ears itch to perk up and listen. He was warm enough, his fur insulating him to the best extent it could but cold fear slipped through his blood as his dream self floating in the void of his mind. Nothingness was often more terrifying than a sweet dream. He would have stayed like this for quite awhile if he hadn't heard the sounds of distress, the scrabbling of paws against the dirt floor.
Ears up, his head rose, eyes slightly bleary from sleep. "Wisp? Moon? What's going on?" He asked before he saw her in the throes of her nightmare. Then his ears flattened back to his skull and he frowned deeply. He knew those kinds of "dreams". Suffered similar ones and he knew how helpless Wisp must feel having to ride it out and being unable to help...

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[Wasteland Wyvern]

Ashed hummed sympathetically at Wisp as he tried his hardest to help his bonded. "Don't worry Wisp, the secret is safe with this one..." He wished he could do something to help in turn but there was truly nothing he could do. He was absolutely helpless. He stopped and looked outside at Wisp's words and indeed the snow had slowed, the world blanketed in a soft sparkling white. He felt a pleased purr rise up in his throat at the sight. Snow was something completely new to the Khajiit but he had a feeling he would like it quite a bit.
His mind turned back to Moon Whisper and wondered if there was any way he could help her. He was a overly talkative giant cat sure but that didn't mean he didn't have resources. Perhaps he could find something, or his family could, that would help her heal.
"This one will stand watch Wisp. You need to get some sleep if you can. This one will make sure she doesn't hurt herself or nothing else harms her while she sleeps." He could do that at least...

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