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Perhaps Vellen heard his plea, for Jokull felt teeth grap his scruff and help yank him to his feet. He even heard his own sentiments echoed by the other, but he didn't have time to think about the surprise he felt at hearing it. He didn't know the man, but clearly they were related somehow.

"Vellen help us both," he prayed as well as they started to run again. There would be time after this to figure out how they were connected with each other.

A behemoth of a man called out to them, and Jokull headed towards him for no other reason than he was a beacon of safety in the storm. Surely he could just stand on their tails and keep them from flying away.

@reynir @Kazimir

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+5 Cleanse an area of bad omens

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She was never alone for long in these lands, even in the worst of times. Tamlen came to her side, joining his voice with hers, and she hoped that between the two of them they could perhaps make the tornado move on. Maua, spirits, hear us and protect us. Bless these lands that we might live to serve you another day, she prayed, finishing the last of the cleansing marks on the ground as she spoke. She wasn't sure how much good it would do, considering a few feathers smacked her in the face as soon as she looked up, but it was better than nothing.

Another familiar voice reached her ears, and she squinted against the wind to see the woman who approached. Well, any sister of Nymeria was automatically a friend of hers. Heloise Saucier, Voodoo Queen and Gentry of the Brook, she replied. We be well enough, but I fear dese others be havin' a hard time. She watched as a pair of lions attempted to outrun the tornado and wished them the best of luck, sending an idle prayer to Maua and the spirits to guide their paws.

Of course, there were always those vultures who would come in after things were settled, and she held back a scoff as a male began to pick through the corpses. Though, she supposed it was good to not let the food go to waste.

@Tamlen @Ophelia

Her fur nearly flapped in the gust of wind as the storm swirled closer, causing her bones and stones to skitter. She watches from where she crouches and when the storm seems to move directions she skitters out from where she was to look at her stones and bones.

The shape that they made is something akin to a line with a ‘v’ on it, pointing in another direction off to the East- somewhat near…
“MY SWAMP!” She screeches, grabbing at her bones and stones, trying to get them caught up in her jaws. She grabs them all, and then sees a swirl of pink feathers as they make their way to the earth and then… she is excitedly chasing them as if there isn’t an insane storm blowing her way.

As if her life isn’t in some kind of weird danger. The bones and stones fall from her jaws as she squeals in a cub-like excitement as she bats at the feather, wanting to add them to her collection of bones and stones to cast for answers from Grom and the other gods.

OOC: marja is having a grand time—

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Ophelia's eyes dart back to the tornado as it whirls around the flamingo pond with no written agenda or single victim. Protect us Maua, please... send this tornado elsewhere to wreak havoc on someone deserving, Ophelia prayed, half pleading with the normally neutral and peaceful deity. The voice of @Heloise brings her back to the focus of the moment, and the ivory lioness cups her ears forward, so she can hear the other lioness better. It is nice to meet you, Heloise - though I wish it were under better circumstances. She remarks with a slight grin. At least, she supposed, the Vermeda lions were all together and therefore somewhat safe. Did you see the tornado form? She asks.

Before an answer could be given, though, the high-pitched squealing voice of @Marja caught the ivory lioness's attention. Her brows furrow for a moment as she watches the girl try to gather her seemingly pointless possessions, before dropping them all and instead chasing a feather around the pond. Ophelia, being the caring kind, was worried that the girl would walk directly into the tornado. Hey! She calls out to the black lioness, hoping to catch her attention. Hey, you! Feather and bone girl! It was a struggle when you didn't know someone's name.

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Prancing about, she sniffed at the feathers, trying and failing to grasp a jaw full of the pretty pink things. The tips tasted vaguely of flesh and were kind of yummy so she may have eaten a couple while trying to gather (who could blame her). She freezes when she hears a loud voice, speak about feathers and bones.

She jerks around, feathers spewing from her mouth as she tries to pinpoint who the caller was, her paws piling the bones and stones back towards her. She looks, though not with a harsh glare towards the caller. “Bone and feather girl!” She crows— she is happy with her new name. She wildly snatches her bones and feathers and stones into her jaws, as she scrambled towards the caller, before spitting them all out, then raking them close to her as she looked at the pale colored lioness.

“Pink paws. Pink Paws. What’chu want?”

@Ophelia

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Wind whipped in every direction, pulling at their forms, their legs, each hair on their bodies as they ran. The twister roared behind them, sucking up innocent animals and tossing them miles out. It was truly a sight to be seen, but Reynir wasn't about to stop and let someone get sucked up with it on his watch.

@Jökull got to his feet and together they ran from the storm, eventually finding a hulky lion usher them a different way, into cover, into safety, and without question, Reynir and his new, white friend followed him, hopefully to break the pulling winds of the storm, hopefully out of the tornado's path.

Reynir fought to keep up with the colossal lion, however, he also made sure every now and then that the one he had saved ran alongside him. Together, they would escape the storm with this stranger - and then, they could thank him later.

@Kazimir

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+5 - Complete a thread with a character you've never threaded with before (Kazimir)

It was time to go, and Jokull wasn't sticking around to see the aftermath of the tornado, not after having fallen in its path. What a horrible way to go, so far from Vellen's embrace. Luckily, it seemed as though he wouldn't have to worry about that, and later he would take the time to wonder if Vellen had sent the pair to save him. One certainly seemed to know of Vellen, so he was going to choose to believe that.

Once they got out of danger, he would thank them both, and then he could ask the maneless gray lion how they knew each other. That would be a little bit, though.

-exit jokull-

the storm whips at him, at them — even if the others seem hardly bothered. kazimir does not care about them, instead his focus is solely on these two. the masked man from the shoreline and another, younger — pelt of snow-white and a panicked expression. he chuffs again, louder still, over the din of the storm. his mouth is silent then, no more words falling from it — as if he is worried the wind itself will use them against him — but his mind races.

пожалуйста, поспешите, he thinks to himself, quietly. пусть приходят, пусть будут в безопасности. a prayer? a blessing? desperation colors it regardless, a hazy shade the same hue as the stormy sky.

by whatever stroke of luck ( divine or imagined or pure, real fear ), the two manage to his side. @Jökull and @reynir meet him and he turns, hoping to place himself between them and the danger. his broad frame was meant for this, a shield ( far more than his spirit-blessed tongue ); the noise that comes from his throat is little more than a growl of encouragement. go, go, go it says wordlessly.

but then —

his paw slips in the uneven, muddy soil, and his already weakened leg buckles beneath him, and kazimir trips.

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Aye, wish that it were, she agreed with Ophelia. It seemed as though the carnage was dying down, though, which was a relief. If all they lost were a few birds then, well, that was acceptable. I didn't see it start, no, but it be hard to miss once it did, she replied. It probably could have been seen from quite a distance away.

She watched the others running about, and looked over with some interest as Ophelia called out to a woman prancing about below. She chuckled at the response and finally stood, deeming it safe enough now. I be gettin' back to the Brook, let dem know what happened. Good luck wit' dat one, she said to Ophelia.

Good to see ye again Tamlen, she concluded, before turning and setting off in the direction of home, pausing to grab one of the bird carcasses on the way. Might as well drop it off in the cache while she was out here.

-exit heloise-

Paws pounded the earth as the three of them made headway away from the storm. The winds whipped at their backs and even as @Kazimir tried to block the brunt of it, Reynir could still feel the pull of the storm. He looked to his side, ensuring the white lion was making his escape, and when he confirmed the younger lion was alright, he looked to his other side, and realized Kazimir was gone. With his heart leaping into his throat, Reynir immediately scrambled to a stop. "Keep running!" he yelled to Jokull, but he didn't think he needed to encourage the lion anymore. They were at least out of the storm's path, but not out of danger.

Reynir ran back to Kazimir's side, shouldering the weight of his fallen side the best he could to help the lion get back on his feet. "Come on, big guy. One paw washes the other." Kazimir was a lot bigger than him, and it was a weight to bear, but Reynir would bear it for the lion he now considered a friend - even if they hadn't known each other that well.

Stýrðu storminum frá okkur... Vinsamlegast láttu hann ekki fylgja. He was nearly pleading to any god that'd listen to his icelandic prayer in his mind. Anyone out there? Could anyone hear him?

When Kazimir would return to his feet, Reynir would run after him. They could thank each other and make pleasantries later. There were more pressing manners at paw.

/exit via fade

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