Far From Home {Private; WG}

[Buri]

Claret Grey eyes opened slowly, unfocused and unable to make out the surroundings. A blur of tawny ground all around her. Wet waves lapped at her rear, warm from the sunlight. She heaved and coughed, purging the large amount of salt water she had swallowed during the sudden battle with mother nature. She groaned as she tried to stand, her whole body bruised and weak from her ordeal. She tried to remember what had happened to her, how she got where she was, and suddenly like a bolt of lightning, 'Hurricane...gods, how am I alive...' She collapsed once more into the sand and sighed softly, her voice weak, 'Please, someone, anyone...don't let me die out here alone." Her eyes closed once more as she slipped into a deep slumber.

TheWG

[TheWG]

Panting, heaving, the young male was trying desperately to shove the last piece of debris off of his leg. He too had been caught in the deadly storm, although he'd been caught on the ocean rather than just near it. It seemed as if the waves suddenly came over him and rolled him without much warning at all... He was lucky to be alive, all things considered. His limbs were horridly sore and a few cuts from sharp shore rock stung like hell on his skin, but other than a soaking wet pelt and shaken anxiety, he was generally okay. The small makeshift boat he'd previously used to try and sail to the archipelago was now completely ruined, however... That would just have to be a small want forgotten. In the face of what he saw before him now, reaching the archipelago now seemed irrelevant.

The world he knew better was spiraling into chaos.

Even if he never fit in with those in Novis, even if his true place was with Walter and Bjorin on the islands, and his true family was located in the archipelago- he was born here. 

And it was hard to look at. After shoving the last bit of flotsam from his body, he took a moment to stand on wary legs and look around him. It looked as if a tornado had blown through... But much worse. What better way to describe it? Palm trees ripped to shreds, shrubbery ripped from their places and strewn about, misplaced sand...

But of all the things laying on the beach at the moment, his heart skipped a beat as something clearly out of the ordinary caught his few. Not something plant or fish like. It looked like a body sprawled on the very edge of the water...

Vaultino stared at it for a moment, almost holding his breath as he craned his neck- trying to see if the form moved any at all, even in the slightest to show that there was still life within it. Sure enough, it did. He watched as it clearly tried to pull itself off the ground, struggling greatly.

He abandoned all thought of himself in that moment, the medic in him unable to turn away after a moment of brief thought- he knew very well the chances of anyone else being around were incredibly slim, especially after such a terrible storm like that. He could be the only person to save them or even know where they are, whoever "they" were.

"Hey!" He called, barely able to stretch his voice far enough for the other to hear, but his paws carried him faster as he watched the other heave upward, only to collapse downward again. "Hold on! I'm coming!" He called again, this time able to find his voice.

Vaultino only reached her in time to hear a soft muttering, before the female slipped out of unconsciousness again. "Oh gods..." He sighed, moving to quickly get a closer look at her- but still actively wary in his movements. She could easily wake up at any moment and try to rip his face off, lord only knows what the poor girl herself had been through. Although he couldn't see anything besides heavy bruising, that didn't mean things weren't going on internally, there was no good way of knowing without touching her. 

But this was no place to be, anyway. Perhaps he'd worry about her internal injuries later, the waves were picking up and still lapping at her backside. He didn't want to take any chance of those waves suddenly deciding to raise again, not in this erratic weather.

"I'm sorry for this." He muttered sincerely, grabbing her scruff and trying to heave her as gently as he possible could- onward to higher ground.