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Prompts will be updated roughly from every seven to ten days, as the lands change and waters recede, showing the destruction they have caused.




PROMPT ONE::
xxxxxxx You have been separated from your friends or your Pack, and are either trying to outrun the flood, being thrown about by the waters, or searching for stranded Vurfang.

xxxxxxx You may use the death of an NPC [ wolf created only for this Meta ] if you so choose. While there won't be a massive loss of life, surely some Varsythe won't make it: the unattended young, the old, or those who weren't warned in time.

xxxxxxx As the waters crash over the fields, flood beaches, and swell the rivers, where are you? Who are you with? What were you doing? Are you trapped, separated from friends or Pack? Are you desperately attempting to save a wolf Pup you've been looking after? Being thrown about by the merciless tides? Are you with anyone, trying to rescue or racing ahead of the raging waves to warn a friend? Perhaps you're watching on in shock from higher ground as territories and herds of game get swallowed by the rushing waters in the south?

xxxxxxx Engagement is highly encouraged: if someone posts that their Vurfang is trapped, you can rush in and try to save them, putting yourself at risk. Maybe you and a Packmate were hunting, only to be battered around by the currents and now must seek higher ground. Or is the Alpha you follow on the brink of death, and you're shouting for the help of a Shaman or Guardian, hoping beyond hope that they can save them? Be creative, and go with the flow of the RP!

xxxxxxx If you meet up with a Vurfang you take a liking to, and wish to continue a branch of the Meta RP separately, you may use the PRIVATE META RP THREAD to do so. While not required, it's encouraged that you have more than two members for these, as teamwork will be absolutely essential in the coming days.

xxxxxxx If you choose to begin a Private RP for the Meta, please either continue in the Group Meta OR make an In-Character post as to why your wolf is leaving. This way, people won't be waiting on your replies.

xxxxxxx Please make an attempt at using proper spelling, grammar, and punctuation, as the first portion of the Meta is an extremely dire circumstance.

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[Riptide's Cert]


Horrendous crashing grated against his senses, trees uprooted and sent down white water that once was a calm river weakened and tore others in their wake. The world as Riptide had known it was in chaos, and for a moment, he didn't know what to do. Paddling hard, he tried to remember what had happened, and frankly it was unlike any sort of flash flood he'd ever experienced. He had been enjoying a quiet morning bath (swimming having been his favorite thing to do every morning before he started his rounds around the pack's territory) when all of a sudden the gentle current turned into a raging torrent hell bent on sweeping him and the rest of the world away. He managed to duck under the first tree that came his way, but slammed into another that'd been just below the waterline, knocking the breath out of him, and possibly cracking a few ribs. He remembered little else as he fought for his life and finally made it, scrabbling like mad against the mud and roots to some semblance of solid ground, panting hard, tounge lolling out to the side.

For a few minutes, it was all he could do to simply catch his breath. His side ached horribly, and blood tinged the water around him as it dripped off from gashes he didn't remember receiving. A lone voice, cut off in mid-howl, reminded Rip of his duties. He had to find the Pack, alpha and all. He was the Guardian, he had to bring them together, find protection...where were they?! Standing shakily, he shook himself, and began trotting down the direction he'd last seen the others, hoping with luck they were on the same side of the river. His wounds could wait till the others were safe.

"Know your place..."

"Or I will show it to you."

Jester had ran as fast as he could when his alpha had given the warning. Though nothing could have prepared him for what had come ahead. Water abounding and crashing tree's down. He is so close to getting to high ground when the land crumbled from under him. Sending him down into it's depths. A cavern below..A hidden reservoir started to fill with water. Panic stricken with a deep sense of fear. He lets out a howl.

What made it so the water rose up with such great force? What could be the cause of this? The water isn't too far behind him.. He looks up at the sky through the hole.. The water would come down and if he doesn't get out of here soon... he will die in these waters.. In this place.. his pack wouldn't even know what happened to him.. He has to find a way out.

Turning he surveys the area quickly. Moving to go further into the caves. Hoping and praying to the white alpha that they led to higher ground. Legs trudging through ever rising water.. As he reaches the far side he can hear the beginnings of the water pouring down into the hole.. Pushing forward he tries to move faster which he soon realizes will only drain his energy further.. He has to pace himself. He lets out another howl.. this one more of frustration. Why did this happen to him.. and will these caverns become his grave?

Running swiftly, paws flying over the terrain beneath her feet Nightshade headed desperately for higher ground. She'd been exploring the riverbeds for useful plants when the water level had began to rise drastically. When the waves had surged in from the ocean she'd known something was wrong, and had been lucky enough to escape before the waters washed her away. She knew there would be injured Varsythe, there always were after such events, and it was her duty to assist them. This time, she would be prepared. She'd spent the last few moons exploring the lands, gathering a variety of items with various uses, though she'd never have expected this would be how she'd use them.

When Nightshade finally made it atop one of the higher hills, she lifted her head to the sky and howled, hoping to catch the attention of any nearby. As her call faded away she paused, taking a deep breath.

"I am a Healer seeking the injured and the maimed,
Avail yourselves to me so that your health might be regained!
Your jobs are better done when your strength have been reclaimed,
Let me tend your wounds so you can save those that remain!"

Hearing her voice falter, she pulled herself together, howling again. She could hear the playful teasing of her pack when she'd first come up with the phrase, but now was not the time to dwell on such things. There where Varsythe who needed her help, and she had no need to change what worked. After all, her point was clear and it was long enough to allow for her direction to be discerned if needed. Preparing to howl again she paused, waiting to see if any responded. There was no use running around wildly, that was just as likely to see her heading in the wrong direction. She'd wait, and see who needed her help.

It was difficult running, the ground was treacherous and once a great chunk of it fell into the river when he got too near the unsteady ground near the banks. If it'd not of been for a single well-timed leap (and not so graceful landing he was glad no one saw), losing the ground he'd just gained during the subsequent swim would of been the last of his worries. Laying on the ground panting, and covered in mud and bits of leaves and twigs, he used the moment as an excuse to catch his breath and listen for others.

In the distance, he heard some howls, but it was hard to tell how close they were nor whom it was calling. Did it matter if they were of his pack? Yes...and no. He had an obligation to his pack, but important to help all he could. Getting up, he shook himself a little, flinging mud onto nearby trees, and started at a ground eating trot towards the nearest of the howls, however it was a loud yelp that truly caught his attention. It was close!

Carefully he began picking his way back toward the river, feeling the ground for instabilities as he moved, leaping from rock to rock when possible for better traction, finally coming in site of a group of pups on a rock, a fifth being nosed to higher ground by a female... "Rainclaw!!" She was safe! For a moment, he'd barely recognized her, half covered in mud as she was in her attempts to come back ashore. Bounding down, duty took over has he helped her to a safer position, the fact she was bearing little to no weight on one back leg was noticable, and he could smell blood. Blood? Was it his or hers?! "You're hurt..." he muttered in the standard male role of stating the obvious. He moved around her, searching for other injuries, noting the blood from a gash on one back leg. A deep one, it looked, and he whined in frustration, seeking out something that would help the wound and stop the bleeding. If only he'd paid more attention to the healers when was younger!

He turned in circles, looking around for anything to help in a move that looked like he was attempting to chase his tail and failing badly at such. The pups, shivering with fear, couldn't help but giggle at this site, which cause Riptide to stop and stare at them in almost wonder. Pups...pups!! What about the pups? Tuu was a pup...where was Tuu? He whined anxiously, then shook himself in an attmept to get his mind back onto track of what was important. And what was important? Rainclaw was hurt, that was important. That needed to be attended first. He could tell the pups were okay, at least seemed no worse for the wear physically, and moved back to Rainclaw, alternating licking at her wound to clean it, and looking about for what might help. "Why didn't I pay attention better? What is that plant? Would it...oh I don't know, wish I'd paid more attention..."