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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 17, 2013 5:32:44 GMT -5
Else nodded with grunt, climbing up the tree. Her muscles were screaming against it, but panic survival instincts luckily took over and she was up that tree in no time. She looked below her to see how Hook was fairing; he was lower on the tree, but out of range of the wolves, which which were circling and growling at the two.
Hook looked up at her, expectantly, for an idea of how to get out of this.
Else wish she knew. Her mind started racing. "I'm thinking... I'm thinking." She said, still a little breathless.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 17, 2013 16:27:39 GMT -5
One of the wolves jumped and snapped at Hooks boot, missing it only by a few inches, he scrambled up to a branch that could hold him. He gasped trying to catch his breath then slumped against the trunk.
Else was still thinking, there wasn't much they could do up here, not in the state they were in at any rate. The trees were spaced too far apart for them to walk across safely, and the wolves seemed content to wait. Hook in frustration grabbed a handful of snow and while crudely formed, threw a snowball at one of the wolves.
It hit the side of the one of the wolves face, and in reponse it gave a sharp yip then growled at the tree.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 18, 2013 5:54:25 GMT -5
"Yes, by all means, make them MORE angry..." Else supplied, rolling her eyes. She was trying to figure SOMETHING out, but the vicious snarling didn't help. Both from the wolves AND Hook.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 18, 2013 16:56:49 GMT -5
Hook mimicked her under his breath, then laid his head back against the tree.
"It's really too bad we can't summon those Elk again or perhaps your bird friend from before...." he sighed, glancing down at the wolves. he felt pretty useless," I don't think they'll leave unless they have something to eat"
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 18, 2013 20:42:01 GMT -5
Else just blinked down at the ravenous wolves. So... this was it? Overcome hardship after hardship, believing that there was something greater looking out for your fate... only to end up dog meat? Else's eyes furrowed. Sure, if something could stop the unstoppable 'Clever Else' it WOULD be this damned topsy turvy island... but not like this. Stranded in a tree like a helpless little....
The rage boiled in her until she let out a yell. It certainly startled Hook. She smacked her hand repeatedly against a branch, upset that no ideas were coming to her... until she heard it. The distant crackle of ice; a large amount of it. The large snowy mountains in the distance of the Winter Woods...did they... shift? Else's eyes widened. It was a LONG shot, and she was going to look COMPLETELY mad... but she started yelling profusely.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 18, 2013 20:54:03 GMT -5
'Startled' was a great understatement, Hook nearly fell out of the tree at Else's sudden rage.
"Bloody hell woman! What's wrong with you??!!" He attempted to shout over her, only stopping when he noticed the wolves ear pricking and looking over to the mountain beside them. There was a deep, low rumble that filled the air, birds fled their nests and the wolves took off yipping. In a moment Hook watched as a wall of snow tumbled down the mountain side.
He grabbed hold of the tree branch and held fast. The whiteness washed over them leaving Hook once again drenched and shivering.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 19, 2013 6:22:11 GMT -5
Else held onto the trunk feeling the cold snow wash over them. She climbed her way up the tree, finally emerging above the snow, shivering. And now with the coldness again. She pulled Hook's coat closer to herself, when she realized she didn't see him ANYWERE above the snow's surface.
"Killian?" She said, a slight panic setting in. "KILLIAN???" She started digging at the snow, down along the trunk, until she reached his hook. She frantically began clearing away the white until his stubbled face appeared. Even though he looked so haggard and tired, he STILL managed a look of annoyance.
"Well... at LEAST the wolves are gone..." She supplied with a shrug. "...For now. Come one then, let's get warm..." She moved to help him out of the hole.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 19, 2013 13:33:25 GMT -5
Hook Stumbled out of the snow, not saying a word. Anything he would say would mostly come out shaky and weak- which is exactly how he felt.
After a little bit walking they found an old abandoned den, large enough for the two of them to stay in. Hook sank to the ground and leaned against the hard wall. There were some old dry leaves and twigs scattered around that could produce a small fire. He slowly pulled himself back up and sat on his knees, gathering the material.
"I don't care, if it means we loose another week before we get back to camp, I'm not leaving till I'm dry and rested," He grumbled as he icked up some flint and started working at the fire.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 19, 2013 14:40:12 GMT -5
Else saw how his hands were shaking. He truly was exhausted; they BOTH were, only he was trying so hard to mask it...
Men.
She tried to take over for him, but he practically growled at her, determined to light the fire himself. Most of the material was kiddling anyway, so, with weary steps, she ventured out and found a nice sized dead branch to burn. It was quite an effort to snap it into more managable pieces, but she accomplished it, bringing it back over to the den.
Hook already appeared out cold, curled up around a pitiful fire. She smiled at him, once she was SURE he was asleep, and set about increasing the flame of the fire. Soon she had it blazing and sat back against the packed in dirt of the den, finally acknowledging all the aches and pains she had been ignoring. She didn't dare sleep. Nightmares would find her; so she leaned her head back, and just gently closed her eyes.
That mirror creature flashed through her mind. Her eyes fluttered open with a start. A little time had passed, but now that her body was settled down, she didn't think she could ever get up again. She looked down to realize that Hook had come a little closer towards her, head pillowed against her thigh. She moved closer to him, trying to make their warmths combine, and mindlessly ran her gracefull fingers through his dark hair as she would a sleeping child.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 19, 2013 15:36:03 GMT -5
Hook naturally put his arm around her, for once noting an attempt to do anything violating or lustful. He held her close to him, in an attempt to keep warm. He slept a bit lighter, having not drank any Rum for hours and for fear of his own reoccurring nightmares... it seemed to be the only way to escape them.
Of course, he could only fight the deep necessary sleep he needed for so long. Hook found himself in a swamp that greatly resembled the swamp they found the mirror in, though it was hard to tell with the thick fog surrounding him.
"Killian...?" A feminine voice called for the distance, he turned to see an all to familiar silhouette," Killian?"
"Milah!" Hook tried to run to the dark shape, he'd had this dream before, many, many times. But like those many times before his legs started to sink down into the swamp. Just as the swamp started to swallow him up, another figure appeared.
Milah began screaming and crying for help as the other, the Crocodile approached her. Hook struggled to try to get to her, but he kept sinking till the swamp was tightly around his chest, keeping him from drawing proper breaths.
The crocodile violently reached into Milah's chest and Hook could see the glow of her heart through the fog. Milah's silhouette fell away and finally Hook was completely devoured by the swamp.
Hook sat up and gasped. He ran his fingers through his hair, feeling not only sweat, but wetness by his eyes. He quickly wiped it away in fear Else would wake up just in time to see
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 19, 2013 18:26:44 GMT -5
Of course she saw it. She didn't allow herself to go to sleep. So when he jolted awake, her weary eyes opened immediately. Else wanted to embrace him, for whatever he saw in his dream... it had to be awful, but she felt as though she was intruding on a private moment as he tried to collect himself. She quickly closed her dark lashes against her cheeks again, pretending to be undisturbed.
Then she slowly, as if in a sleepy haze, she reached her arms around and hugged herself closer to him, letting out a false though convincing sigh of contentment. After awhile she could feel him easing back down.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 19, 2013 20:54:26 GMT -5
Hook swallowed and laid back down, hugging Else to his chest, gently running his had down her soft brown hair.
More than ever he was glad to have someone beside him, especially Else- one of the few women he'd met who wouldn't allow him to hide behind sex to cover up his grief. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, not to sleep necessarily but to clear his thoughts.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 19, 2013 21:29:28 GMT -5
She let him hold her. He needed it. Sometimes human contact during a vulnerable time was all it took to sooth a troubled soul... if not momentarily.
Else sighed into him, dangerously close to falling asleep herself. Gods know she needed it. She let his soft breathing lull her to sleep.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 19, 2013 23:08:45 GMT -5
Having her there eased him greatly, enough for him to sleep peacefully for awhile. He awoke some time later, hungry and thirsty with a dying fire at his feet. Hook pulled himself up, careful not to disturb Else, he still had a bit of water in his flask- enough for the both of them, as well as the remaining nuts and semi-squished/frozen berries. He hoped it would be enough.
He laid some of it aside for Else when she awoke, but knew he would need more than that for sustenance. The Pirate wasn't much of a hunter..... he'd fished a little in his youth but otherwise he was next to useless unless he could steal food.
He tried looking through the mouth of the cave, perhaps he could see something outside that would be enough....
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 20, 2013 21:17:40 GMT -5
Else had drifted off to sleep, but without someone there to cling to, her dreams took a turn for the worst. For a moment she thought she was back in her chambers, the midwife over her, trying to sooth her as she felt the most horrifying splitting torture at her gut. She had never bore a child before, but she KNEW there was too much blood... Something was wrong.
That was when she was told that the baby was dead... but it had to come out, or she would die as well. She flung her head back, screaming with pain, terror, and grief.
Else's body jolted at the remembrance of that night. Her dark eyes flashed open. Hook wasn't around. She hugged herself for a few minutes, letting some hot tears stray down her cheek before wiping them away. She then sat up, saw to making the dwindling fire much brighter. She kept to it's warmth.
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