Rith'r Flik
Li'canna
Played by Wrennie
5 years
9" | 5 lbs
Posts: 27
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Post by Chief Mouse | Aba'Chek on Feb 6, 2023 5:34:45 GMT
The quivering building seemed like both a blessing and a curse from Rot'zo himself. Around her, the kennels had shattered and groaned, thin wires no match for the roof and walls. Some morphed from prison cubes into steel monsters, mouth's agape with agony as dogs around her leapt from them before the roof could crush them. It was so dusty inside that the Chief could barely see her own paws. Her calls melded into the screams and yells of others searching for their own loved ones, and no familiar faces approached. She was forced from the building, taking advantge of the breaking foundation to finally gasp some fresh air once again.
She knew that most of her fellow clan mates had been captured by the snags. Mentally she cursed those mato'yabis. She heard the cries and calls of her family around her but could do nothing herself to help. She had no clue how many canna still remained safe at the railyard - hidden by the labyrinth of trains from the mass kidnapping. The small dog coughed a few times as she trotted around the structure. Surely there had to be a larger exit that most dogs would be leaving from. Mouse scouted it quickly, keen eyes scanning the edge of the building as a large crack came into view. "Rithr'Flik! Follow my voice! There is an exit this side where you will be safe! Rumm pell canna u'canna! Anyone injured support them, help dig others out, our strength is in our cooperation!" The sandy she-dog yipped, her high-pitched voice booming out of her small stature. She could only hope it was enough, as another cough wracked her system. She knew she could go in soon again, but hopefully others would come to meet her so they could form a canna Pulling of sorts.
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Rith'r Flik
Rali'canna
Played by Collie
4.5
10"/10LBS
Posts: 17
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Post by Huli on Feb 7, 2023 3:53:05 GMT
"We're here, Li'aba!" A choked voice materialized out of the swirling dust cloud shortly before its owner. Two small dogs ran side by side, one being the caller, a scruffy brown terrier mix with a white tuft of fur on his head, and the other a fluffy white Pomeranian. When Huli's kennel had crashed to the floor, the metal frame had thankfully been bent apart in such a way that he had managed to squeeze through and race for safety when the world had stopped rumbling. As he scurried through the debris, his heart wrenched at the chaotic scene unfolding before him. Dogs ran every which way, frantically calling out for their clan mates. A few cried out with grief, and still others simply ran past him to reach safety themselves. The tiny general had himself called out again and again for his own clan until he finally stumbled (literally) over a puff of white fur pinned underneath a few ceiling tiles. He had pulled the tiles off of Mira'hlei and walked shoulder-to-shoulder with the healer, guiding him through the thick dust cloud until the pair finally heard a familiar voice calling out.
They had followed the sound of their chief to freedom and now finally stood in front of her taking in gulps of blessedly cleaner air. Just the sight of his beloved friend was enough to make his heart soar. At the very least two of his small clan were safe, but he knew that most of the others were inside. There was no time to waste.
"I couldn't find any others from our clan." He coughed as he reached Aba'chek. "Only Mira'hlei. How are you doing, hali? We'll be needing your skills here." The general's mind was already turning over and over again, trying to work through what had happened and what would be needed to fix it. "We'll need to race home and get supplies and other Rith'r Flik to help the injured." He said quickly. "I saw other dogs with serious injuries in there. There will be some tonight that will be claimed by shadows, none of ours, Gods and healers willing."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2023 16:28:34 GMT
This was just the worst day. Worse than that time he had drooled a little in the middle of talking to his crush, worse than that time he’d accidentally lost his mentor’s favorite bone. The world was literally crumbling to pieces around him, and Mira’hlei had just enough time to look up before he’d been buried beneath ceiling tiles, one of which had clipped him on the side of the head and knocked him out.
He didn’t know how long he’d been unconscious, but next he woke it was to the face of his general tugging the ceiling tiles off of him. ”Rali’Huli…?” He’d whimpered out, coughing piteously as dust and debris invaded his lungs on the next inhale. ”What– where–” But there had been no time for questions as the shelter gave another ominous rumble, and so the two had scampered as hastily as they could towards the sound of a familiar voice.
He didn’t greet their chief as Huli had, instead opting to stay quiet and look down at his toes. A brush of his foreleg against the side of his head came back streaked with red, and he huffed out a breathy whine of dismay before reluctantly contributing to the conversation. ”My herb stash, it’s– it’s under the seat in the back of the old green train.” He said, dizzily, quietly enough that the two other Rithr’flik would have to strain to hear him. ”I can help treat canna, but– but I don’t think I can run right now.”
He grimaced apologetically, digging his blunt little claws into the dirt as he stared at the ground with renewed fervor. Head wounds were always dramatic, and often looked worse than they truly were, but he could tell from his lightheadedness and the nauseous roil of his stomach that he had lost at least enough blood to make strenuous movement a bad idea. He couldn’t run or jump, but– he could treat wounds. He would treat wounds.
”If one of you could go get one of my bundles– wait. Are either of you injured?!” Stupid, stupid, stupid! That should have been the first thing he asked!
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Rith'r Flik
Li'canna
Played by Wrennie
5 years
9" | 5 lbs
Posts: 27
Likes: 1
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Post by Chief Mouse | Aba'Chek on Feb 20, 2023 4:16:23 GMT
Her brash calling continued, echoing in to the chasm until two small forms emerged. She rushed over, pressing her cheek against Huli's in relief. The scruffy terrier was her closest friend, not to mention her General. She moved to do the same to Mira'hlei but paused as she saw the crimson staining the usually neat and tidy pomeranian. Aba'Chek listened intently to Huli, nodding along with a grim expression. There were deaths here today. It was pure luck that the three small canna had all made it out. Without seeing any more familiar faces, Mouse only feared the worst. "I'm not injured Mira. Maybe a bit sore and full of dust, but nothing that will put me out of commission," her voice was confident and reassuring, but not authoritative in this moment. The last thing that Rithr'Flik needed was for the foundations of their leadership to shake the way the lands did.
Delegating a group as small as this was no easier than trying to sort an entire clan. With only three heads, there were limited options. Mira needed his herbs, that was for sure. He was in no condition to move quickly, and in all honesty, Mouse wasn't sure if he was even in the condition to stay and try to help. He would stay here. Sharp eyes turned to Huli, knowing that the chestnut canna wouldn't take her stern expression as an insult, "Huli, run back to the railways and grab as much as you can from Mira's stores. Mira, what should he look for specifically?" She paused, allowing the two males to answer before continuing, "Let Rahani'hu's guidance flow. Can you teach me how to dress wounds? Don't strain yourself any further hali'Mira. Whatever you can do will be of great help."
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