The Wreckage

(Let's see how this post looks, hm..)

Alahya coughed violently, starting to wake finally. She groaned, trying to get to her paws without fully opening her eyes yet. The ground beneath her was soft, grainy feeling. Yelping, she stumbled down as pain shot through her leg. She ached everywhere. Everything hurt so much. Opening her eyes, she blinked. The ground swam before her, confusion, water, and pain making the world spin. She shook her head, trying to clear it. As her vision cleared, Alahya saw the beach clearly for the first time. The swift fox gave a small cry, not knowing where she was. Or what this place was for that matter. She had only seen the forest outside of the house, but nothing more. She tried to stand again, gritting her teeth against the pain in her leg. She looked towards it and saw blood. Closing her eyes, Alahya began to limp off in the sand, not liking how it clumped to her paw. The turned around, seeing where she came from. Oh. So the ship she was on had crashed, just like she thought. She looked around the wreckage, her tail flicking slightly. She wondered if anyone else had been on her ship. Then it hit her. Neku.. Vulpia.. Had they survived?! Alahya whined softly. She had to look for them. Wincing, she headed back to the horrible wreckage.

The first thing the female noticed when she woke up was that everything hurt. No exceptions. Her head was throbbing, he throat dry and eyes crusted and irritated with salt, her legs felt heavy as she tried to stand with no success. It was a true nightmare. She could barely recall what had happened, how she had ended up so broken and frail, bloodied. She was in a large ship being transported from the zoo that was holding her, she didn't know why she was being transferred but it was a terrifying experience being sedated and loaded onto a huge metal death trap. Everything went smoothly for a while though, it was a few hours after their departure that it all went down hill.

It was confusing when it crashed with all the loud barks and yowls from different animals, but Jamia knew that when it crashed, her cage fell out with her still in it. It was terrifying as the water pulled her under and no matter how much she swam she got pulled under with it. The details on how she was released from her cage were blurry but she figured it got knocked against something hard enough for the latch to break and she swam out. In the event that a storm was raging she was knocked all around by the waves, hitting against rocks and getting pierced of metal from the wreckage forced through her soft skin, causing her to of course bleed. Somewhere along the way she hit her head hard enough to get knocked out cold.

And here she is now. She wasn't sure if she was dying or close to dying but she knew she was in very very deep pain. It took time, but finally Jamia was on her feet. The sand was soft under her feet which was great, she would really hate if they got crashed on one of those beaches with rough sand filled with broken shells. The tall wolf stumbled around blindly for a while, her eyes crushed shut until she forced them open. The light that flooded around her was over whelming and she had to squint her eyes.

Hearing a high pitched bark like noise Jamia looked around. There had to be another survivor, but obviously it wasn't a wolf. She parted her jaws and attempted to bark but it hurt, making her throat burn like she lit a fire inside of it. Rather than a mighty bark, a weak series of coughs came out. "Hello?" she managed to cough out in a raspy tone, limping a few steps before pausing again. She looked back at he leg to see why it hurt so badly. Lodged near her hip bone was a piece of metal, glistening in the bright sun. She whined softly and flopped down so she could curl around comfortably enough and wrap her jaws around the metal. She braced herself, then ripped out the scrap and spitting it on the ground as she yelped.

Her leg was of course bleeding and her side hurt probably from broken ribs but that was probably the worst of her injuries. She had a few pigmy sized cuts on her spotted legs, but nothing serious. A low whine interupted Jamia's thoughts and she looked up quickly again, scanning over the beach until she saw a figure much smaller than her. She couldn't smell anything but the salt crusted on her face, but she could tell from the look of the small figure it was a fox. She was cautious about helping the creature, but in the end decided she should. They were all wounded here, there's no point in refusing help to the creature, they're all canines after all.

She limped as quickly as she could manage to the animal and stopped a few inches away. "Hey!" she called in the same sore, raspy tone. The fox seemed lost and hurt, just like Jamia and they both had wounded legs. What a great team. "Have you seen any other survivors yet? Or are we the only two...?"

Alahya stopped. She could hear someone around, but she didn't know who. She didn't recognize the voice, but it sounded scared and anxious, just like how she felt. "Hello?" She began to limp towards the voice, her leg stinging from movement and salt from the water. She was slightly dizy again, her paws weak as she continued along, back towards the wreckage and the stranger.

Upon getting closer, the form became in focus. Alahya planted her paws into the sand, swallowing hard. A big dog of some sort. No, scratch that. A huge dog. Her eyes grew wide, and she didn't reply. Was this a trap? The tiny fox didn't know. She didn't reply to the other's question. Instead, she lowered herself to the sand with a low growl. She couldn't fight. She couldn't run without hurting herself. She curled her lips, exposing small, pointed teeth. "Get back! I.. I'm big.. and scary.. and DANGEROUS!! I'll tear you apart! Gurrr.." Her voice cracked halfway through her empty threats, and she gave another small squeak of fear.

The fox sure did make a racket, screeching and hollering and claiming she's big and scary, getting into a fighting stance. "Get back! I.. I'm big.. and scary.. and DANGEROUS!! I'll tear you apart! Gurrr.." she said growling.. or at least Jamia guessed it was supposed to be a growl. "Don't wear yourself out kid" she said with a laugh, lifting a paw and gently pushing the fox's head, knocking her off her feet. "I ain't gonna hurt you so cut the act, you know you wouldn't be able to take me anyways." She sat down and stared down at the fox she'd just knocked to the ground.

"I'm Jamia, but you can call me Jamie if you want." She looked around the beach, scanning for any survivors. "I don't know about you but I say we go search for water.." she paused and gave her a coy grin. "If you're done playing tough guy of course." She glanced down at her wounded leg. It hurt like hell, but there was nothing she could do with it now and she didn't even know anything about herbs. She was raised in captivity, if she got hurt a zoo keeper would just fix her up.

"If we find fresh water we can clean our wounds. I'm no medic so I would be rubbish at anything else to help clean up and getting fixed." She let out a yawn and got to her feet again. "After we get our wounds dressed maybe we could come back and search for any survivors. I wanna make sure anyone who has a chance of living is rescued or at least noticed." Without waiting for the fox's reply Jamia began limping away, towards a farther side of the beach away from the wreckage. If the fox wanted to live she would fallow Jamia and not be an idiot.

(You gotta give it to Alahya, she tried xD)

Alahya gave a shocked cry, tumbling into the sand as the huge dog's paw came down on her head. She winced, her leg stinging from the scratchy terrain. She peeled her face from the sand, glaring daggers at the newcomer. She didn't know how to feel about this other canine. Well, she would wait to judge. Huffing, she got to her feet as the newcomer introduced herself as "Jamia." Alahya looked up at her, feeling a tad dizzy again. "I guess its good to meet you." There was distrust in her eyes.

"Fine. I guess." Alahya cast a long, sad glance at the wreckage before following the huge wolf, wondering if the others had made it. Her limp had worsened, but she hardly felt it any more, numbed too much by sadness and guilt.

This had been her fault. The three of them wouldn't even be here if she hadn't suggested escape. She had suggested that they get away from the human. She had come up with the plan. She had led the escape, and had gotten them caught. She had gotten them on this boat. It had sunken into an island. How fitting. It was like the world hated her, or something. Now she was alone with this strange canine who was either a friend to trust or an enemy who might eat her. Hey, fate hated her so much, it might as well be the second scenario.

"I guess its good to meet you." The fox said and Jamia cocked one of her dark brown eyebrows ever so slightly. "I'm not sure if I should feel insulted by the way you said that" she said jokingly. Jamia continued her trek with the smaller canine, limping along the beach littered with dying or dead animals and humans and the smell of blood and salt. It was really a horrid site, all the limp unmoving bodies thrown across the beach with pieced of metal lodged into them and blood dirtying the previously pale sand below them that was oh so gently creasing the bodies and conserving the foot prints of various different sizes from canine who have gotten up and ran off somewhere like Jamia and the fox were now doing.

It wasn't just the site that was saddening either, it was the pained howl and barks of animals in pain that Jamia couldn't even track down amoung all the bodies. Poor souls that probably weren't as fortunate as the two surviving canines walking away when they could help. One yelp pierced through the blur of them, this one sounding close by. At the sound of it Jamia stopped in her tracks, inertia taking place and causing her ton early fall forward and sand to kick up over her gray scale paws. "Wait" she said sharply to her companion as she looked around alertly until finally she watched a tan colored male wolf fall out of the ship on onto the pale sand, blood leaking out from somewhere and staining the grains an eerie Scarlett color.

"Hey!" she coughed out and stumbled over to him, grabbing the his scruff and lifting him onto his feet, knowing she couldn't drag him and not hurt him a safer and less painful alternative would be to let him use her as a crutch. "Are you alright?" she rasped, letting out a few coughs. "Well that was a dumb question.. hell that cut probably makes this one thousand times worse.. shit I need to get you patched up... maybe leaves or something or moss can work as a bandage.." she rambled on as they made their way back up the beach and away from the wreckage. "I'm afraid I cant be much help but to find things that I THINK could work to heal someone. She carefully let the wolf plop to the ground before she herself fell over on her side, panting from the effort to pull her own weight and help a wounded wolf up the beach on a wounded leg.

The young fox continued on after the wolf, currently absorbed in her horrid thoughts. It was her fault. She knew it. She raised her head, looking around at the horrid, death scented place. The ship that had crashed must have been large due to the debris and the number of casualties. She spotted several humans, a few dead and some heavily wounded. One tried to stand but staggered. Alahya spotted canines of all shapes and sizes, some dogs and others like Jamia's species. But no foxes. She sighed. They can't be dead, can they?

Alahya raised her head at the sudden, ear splitting cry. She winced, whining a bit. How could the world be so cold? She saw Jamia stumble over, crying out a short "hey!" Wordlessly, Alahya followed, limping as her leg protested. The creature in distress was another creature like Jamia, big and powerful looking with the same thick fur. The stranger looked badly hurt to say the least. She stumpled over, panting slightly as she heard Jamia's voice. "Are you all right? Well that was a dumb question.. hell that cut probably makes this one thousand times worse.. shit I need to get you patched up... maybe leaves or something or moss can work as a bandage.. "I'm afraid I cant be much help but to find things that I THINK could work to heal someone." The strange wolf had leaned against Jamia's shoulder, giving his wounds a lick. Then it hit Alahya. Yes, she could do something useful today.

"I can help."

The male Jamia had helped away from the wreckage was silent for a while. "Thank you," was the first thing he said and Jamia had to admit she was slightly surprised by the high pitched tone to his voice. Of course, she wasn't one to talk. She was a female with a very low pitch voice, so the two made a very odd gender logic breaking duo. "Don't mention it" she huffed as she shifted to keep her open wound out of the sand. "I can help." the fox pipped and Jamia shifted her body so she could see her. "Thanks for telling us now" she said bluntly, trying to get back to her feet.

"Any help would be much appreciated." The male wolf said as Jamia finally found herself on her feet. "Help our new friend here.. I'm gonna walk around and search for anymore survivors. I don't wanna risk leaving anyone alive here alone." Jamia didn't exactly want to keep moving around the beach but she didn't wanna abandon anyone here. She might as well make herself useful while the fox helped out the male wolf.

The site was horrid. Canines with their bodies mauled and scarred, one wolf even have a piece of metal in their eye socket, they were long dead. It was difficult to know which wolves were alive or which ones were simply unmoving. Jamia made a conscious effort to knock her paw against the bodies as she walked, waiting until she got some sort of reaction from one of the canines. As time bore on she became more and more depressed with the outcome. Not a single reaction from anyone, just blank stairs and bloodied wet bodies. She was close to giving up finding survivors until she finally saw someone alive. It was a figure a bit smaller than any wolf, skinnier than a wolf too and it's ears were floppy. He guess was it was a dog, but she had helped a fox... allowing a dog into the ranks of the sort of "pack" she was forming couldn't help. After all, she was basically just a large dog.

Unlike a lot of wolves from the wild she's met, she doesn't despise humans. Humans took care of her and were nice.. they fed her and played with her and she liked to see the kids smile when she would do something funny or get close to the glass to interact with them. She liked humans. They weren't the huge destructive creatures everyone thought they were, according to Jamia's mom, the humans had rescued her dad from the wild when things were getting harsh. Jamia was truly a giant dog. The humans were her friends, she saw no reason to hate them and she figured the dogs thought the same way.

It didn't take long for her to get to the dog, stopping in front of him. "Hey" she said, keeping her tone moderately friendly. "You don't look to badly hurt. I have a group farther up the beach. It's me, another wolf, and a fox so far but we're trying to find more survivors... the fox is good healer." Jamia rambled on, not thinking the dog might be a hunting breed that was trained to kill foxes.

Alahya huffed at Jamia's words. "Thanks for telling us now." She flicked her tail as the wolf limped off, in search of others. Alahya flicked her ears, looking back at the other, more critical wolf. "Can you walk?" Her voice was concerned. She knew full well that she wouldn't be able to carry the wolf, even if she wasn't injured. "We have to get to the trees," she continued. "Maybe I can find something to stop the bleeding for now.

She had learned several things from another fox when she was still in the human house. He had been an older red fox, trapped when he was an adult. He had known about the forest. When she had asked him about it, he had taught her a little bit. Well, a little bit before he died. He had been put down shortly after they had met because of an illness he had obtained. There was nothing to be done. Alahya hasn't even known his name.

Shaking herself from the memory, Alahya continued. "It will only be temporary before I can find something more.. stable."

Alayha nodded, beginning to lead the way to the treeline. She limped, but she was determined to help this wolf. After all, she had offered. Suddenly, there stood another wolf in front of her. She stopped, growling sharply. This one was uninjured, obviously not from the wreckage. Alahya instantly felt uneasy. The wolf was thick coated, meaning that she obviously wasn't from the hot island. Did she crash here as well? Questions swam in the fox's mind as the stranger spoke. "I think I can help. I'm Felicity, Felicity Rosethorn." Alahya didn't like accepting help from a stranger, but at this point she didn't care.

"Thank you." Her voice was tired, and stressed. "Please, help us get to the trees. I can patch him up there.." Alahya flicked her ears.

She then stopped, hearing another, pained voice. Alahya turned to see a dog, yes, an actual dog, padding up with a severed tail. Well, "padding" was a bad choice of words. More like stumbling. Alahya looked his injuries over as he spoke. "Would someone... Mind.. H- helping me?"

"Yes. Please come with us." She had her paws full with others, and herself to worry about. Oh well, she was here. She might as well make herself useful. Alahya looked back to Felicity. "What do you know of healing?" Maybe the wolf knew more of plants here. After all, she had been here longer than Alahya, obviously.

"A fox?" The dog said as if it were unbelievable. Jamia just smiled slightly and raised an eyebrow. "You sound surprised she said as if it were a normal thing for a wolf to help a fox. It didn't matter anyway though, cause before she could say anymore or even got the dogs name he was gone. After the dog was with the group Jamia went back to prodding at dead bodies to get a reaction, anything as proof their are other survivors.

"Do ya happen to know whar we are, love? Only I appear to be a wee bit lost." Jamia lifted her multi-colored eyes from the corpse of what seemed to be some sort of small dog with stringy white hair. Dead. She noted the dog talked strange, but didn't question it. Jamia was sure her soft and hardly noticeable southern drawl was weird to this male. "Somewhere between America and the UK. Thats all I know. I was boarded onto that ship-" she nodded her head towards the wreckage. "Somewhere in the country and now I’m on a deserted island.” She sighed and looked back at the group.

“You, me, and that group right there are the only survivors as far as I can tell. Its tragic how many lives were lost. We should pay our respect to them... give them a proper funeral or something. I don’t think burying them on a beach would be a good idea though… maybe cremating them would be a less messy job. It’ll probably smell though..” she shook her head. Jamia had a bad habit of rambling and that was obvious. She had already begun going on about how to dispose of the dead in a respectful manner, completely forgetting the male’s original question. “Oh my, I’m sorry I shouldn’t be rambling on about how to dispose of dead bodies like its nothing. I’m sad, I really am but burning them is better than leaving them to rot and be devoured by scavengers. “

"I can help however needed," the wolf said. Alahya nodded, giving a hopeful sigh. She let her former fear escape her as she replaced it with a but of hope. Not a lot, but a little. Very little. Maybe they could get off the island soon. Doubtful, but maybe. She looked back at the wreckage, blinking sadly. She could see the first wolf and a new dog further down, but besides that.. nobody but the bodies. She sighed softly. They were dead. She knew it.

Alahya turned as the pair of wolves spoke, and she watched as the white one helped the more critically injured one. She was glad to have some help, not only with him but also with the herbs here. The swift fox had no idea what grew or lived here. Following them slowly, she looked into the trees, her paws sinking into the sand. She smelled scents she never had before, a bit like human air freshener but more.. real. The scent of wet dog and blood was there as well, but it was almost taken over by the sweet tang of fruit and the scent of damp mud and plant. She gave a soft sigh again, following the two wolves as they entered the forest. She looked back, remembering the dog. Alahya hoped that he could find them. Luckily, they didn't go far into the forest.

The fox stopped by the injured wolf, helping him by licking the wound. "Hopefully the other will find something to close that." She paused, looking around. "Wait here." She trotted off a bit, looking around nervously. There it was. Moss. Alahya walked over, scraping some up in her teeth before walking back to the other canine, putting it by his wound. It wasn't much. She pressed it on his wound, hoping. Then something hit her. Salt water.. wasn't it good for an open wound?