The Direwolves of the North
Posted on Fri Feb 28th, 2020 @ 1:22am by Commodore Siaxx "Bluemoon" Dvald-Vaxx MD
Edited on on Fri Feb 28th, 2020 @ 1:34am
Mission:
Mission 29: Songs Around the Campfire
Location: Planet Surface - Yeneer G1
Timeline: 0800Hrs - February 25th, 2391 - Time Dilation: 19 Months
Siaxx Dvald looked behind her as she heard the rustling of the bushes, she hated the fact that she had gotten separated from the rest of her party thanks to the large ambush predator that was now chasing her.
"Shiiieeettttt!!!" Siaxx screamed as she fell off a short cliff and into a raging river which she did not even know was there, her head appeared as she spat out a mouthful of water. "Crrap!" she cried aloud as the water swept her away, while spitting out water she had managed to not swallow.
She waited before she jumped up, snagging a low lying branch as she proceeded to haul herself up out of the water before she realized that she was about to face another of the wild animals located on this planet she had come to nickname 'Planet Hell'.
This was a world that didn't receive a lot of light from its host star so the signs of bio-luminescence was everywhere, the creature suddenly spat something at her as she felt herself slide from the branch and back into the water again as the world slowly started to go dark.
"No!!!!" she heard someone screaming, not realizing that she was the one who was screaming as she went under the water, she blinked as she caught sight of the creature that had attacked her, suddenly explode from a Gauss round impact but Siaxx didn't know that at the time.
She felt incredibly heavy as she felt something pluck her from the raging river and carry her back to its home.
Siaxx came to later on, lying on a large block a stone, hewn from bedrock as she slowly looked around. "Where am I?" she moaned softly
Sentient yet canine, the wolf-like creature of matted black fur looked at the blue woman. She was not of his pack, by any means. No fur at all. Had he known that, he might not of removed her clothes. But that was why the wolfman had covered her in furs.
She spoke to him, he noticed. A strange language, but she smelled of fright, not threat. And he could only tilt his head in confusion as she grunted and moaned in his language to her.
He had been there a while, but all of his pack had died. His eyes held a level of concern for here, nonetheless.
Siaxx slowly sat up as she suddenly, caught the scent of something that smelt foul to her as she looked over her wounds, she noticed instantly that they were covered in this funny colored cream, that was the source of the smell. "Can you understand me?" the terrified Bolian slowly began to calm when she realized that he meant her no harm.
"Where are my clothing?." she gently patted her skin who show him what she meant then she patted the furs.
He tilted his head again, unsure of what she was saying. He knew she was dehydrated though, given her cracked lips. So he poured water from a massive container, into a canteen, and then handed it to her.
Siaxx gently accepted the container before she took a sip, the water was cool and sweet, as she slowly drank the liquid as she watched him warily. "I'm Siaxx.." she tapped her chest she then indicated him.
"Si," the wolfman grunted, and nodded to that. He did not speak her language well at all, but he tried. Then he tapped his chest and growled something unintelligible to her. Probably his name as well.
Siaxx paused as she regarded him, before looking herself over as she noticed that she did feel better. "Thank you for saving my life." she bowed to him. "You honor me." she said in her native tongue, hoping for more luck.
He mimicked her with his own head bow. At least he got the general idea of it. Respecting him in his home, he thought. But then he pointed to Siaxx. "Si."
Then he drew a an archway on the dirt in front of her. Spoke what he thought was her name again, and then tapped the arch with one of his claw nails.
Then he drew a water symbol, then several triangles meant to be trees, on the other side of the water symbol. Then an X. Alas, he nodded to her as if to confirm that was where her pack lived.
Siaxx peered at the map as she recognized several landmarks. "there.." she pointed to the far clump of trees. "Thats our hunting area."
He nodded, then moved over to an area of baskets and put several wild berries on a massive leaf. Then went back over to her and set the leaf in front of her.
Siaxx regarded the fruits as she gently plucked one of them, before she popped it into her mouth. She had seen them before and she knew what they tasted like.
The massive Wolfman nodded with a toothy grin. Pleased to see that she was eating. Then he walked off into the depths of the cave. Siaxx could hear a lot of rummaging sounds and the dimly torch-lit cave only gave glimpses of the creature moving stuff around.
A few minutes later he came back with a massive, empty pale and sat it gently in front Siaxx and nodded to her.
Siaxx looked down at the pale as she blinked her eyes slowly, she cocked her head to the side as she clearly wanted him to know that she wasn't sure what it was for.
The wolfman nodded and made a wolf-like chuckle before he pulled down his tattered cargo pants and stood over the pale. Then urinated in it, as if to answer her question.
Siaxx chuckled softly as she climbed out of the bed that he had made for her while she was out, she watched him back away as she squatted over it before she relieved herself, honestly she did need to go.
When she finished, Greywolf gently picked her back up and laid her softly on the rockbed. His eyes scanned the wounds with concern, and once more filled the canteen before he gave it back to her.
Siaxx wasn't expecting the massive being before her to pick her up, however she didn't fight him on the matter as she regarded him with her eyes.
She accepted the canteen of water as she slowly drank from it. "Thanks.."
Greywolf nodded at that, and then stacked a lot of fur covers on her once more before he curled on a flat beside of her.
Siaxx felt warm as she regarded him as she had to resist the temptation to stroke his fur as she gently set down the water canteen before she curled up under the furs.