Deucalion is the demon wolf (demon_wolf) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-09-16 16:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed (15), !plot (25), ~deucalion, ~elle bishop |
Who: Elle and Deucalion
What: Riding out the sand storm
When: Monday
Where: In the back of a truck, on the road
Warnings: Probably not really.
Deucalion's ears were one of the first to pick up the sound but it took him a little time to work out what exactly it was. The high notes reached him first, the howl. He knew the sound of wind but there was more going on than that. There was a rushing sound but he knew there were no leaves. The smell came next, the heavy cloying scent of wet cement. It was moving at a rapid rate, the... mass? He heard the comments of those around him as they reacted. He got his confirmation as he rode in the back of the truck. Dust storm.
Deucalion had been in storms before but few he hadn't been able to find solid shelter from, if needed, and none that really threatened to undo his senses. As this one moved in, however, it's stench filled his sensitive nose until he could work out nothing else about his surrounds from it. The roar was so loud he could no longer hear the voices outside the truck, if they said anything at all. His Alpha eyes could show him only the confines of the truck. For only the second time he felt truly blinded.
He did his best to not let it show. He knew he wasn't alone. He didn't want to let any vulnerabilities show unless he wished it that way. Right now he did not but he couldn't keep the speed from his breathing or the lift of his head as he battled to find something distinctive in the blacking out of his remaining senses. His eyes, clouded blue discs in a red raw surrounds, lay uncovered and faded but darted back and forth from old habit, as if he really could see.