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Finding Kolu

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This picture's been nearly done for about a week, but it's been so busy I never got to finish it up! Now IT'S FINALLY DONE, and I purchased a pet tag! Which hasn't entirely been approved yet (just waiting for the thumbs up) but I couldn't wait anymore x.x

TD | Warhead Tag Pet by Dakaree <-- THERE IT IS!

So this is Kolu, Redstone's best buddy. His name is an abreviation of the 'koluk' which means 'small' in Inuet. He's not entirely a 'pet' by Red's standards, and he comes and goes as he pleases. He's three years old here and almost as big as Red is, and she's quite happy to flaunt him around like the proud mummy she is! 


Also, forgive my bear skills. I have none.


TWO YEARS AND NINE MONTHS AGO
The rain stung as it slapped against her coat, the drops running races down her barrel and leaving pathways for their friends to follow. The wind howled angrily, pulling at her short mane, twisting frozen fingers through her forelock and tugging hard as it's nails scraped against her cheeks. She couldn't remember ever being this cold and miserable. She wanted to continue -- she should continue. She was a scout, and it was a job she took very seriously -- but she couldn't walk another mile against this wretched wind which pushed her back two steps for every three she took. She'd get nowhere like this; she'd die of hypothermia first.

Her sharp eyes squinted through the rain, trying to make out where she was. She saw the skeletons of a few of the metal monsters the humans had left behind, their colours obscured by rust and fog. The ground under her hooves was the cracked black stone they had lined their cities with. But that didn't tell her much, considering the human road was a long one. All the same, she had to find shelter.

She pressed onward, her head bowed as she forced herself through the relentless wind. She had to find the city. As much as she hated the place, she needed somewhere to wait out the storm, and the crumbling buildings were as good as she'd get all the way out here. Besides, she'd been heading their anyway, and it couldn't be much farther away.

She took in a deep gasp of air as a fist of wind pounded into her, almost knocking her off her feet. She smacked her hooves down against the cracked asphalt, trying to stop herself from sliding backward when her legs slammed into something damp and furry. She leapt forward, startled, trying to get as far as possible from whatever the hell it was. She glanced back at it as she fought against the wind -- it was limp and bloated, drenched in rain, and had already begun to rot. Eeeeeew, she thought to herself. I can't believe I TOUCHED that! Stupid effing rotten no good -- I hate weather, she snarled inwardly, pressing on with renewed determination not only to get away from the deteriorating carcass, but also to beat the crap out of all weather everywhere. Her hooves dug into the potholes in the road, propelling her forward as best they could. Her sides were heaving, and she could hardly see through the sheets of water slamming into her over and over without stopping. She realised bleakly that she couldn't keep going. She was exhausted. Her legs shook with every step she took. 

She forced herself onward until she found her salvation: a long, dark shape, abandoned by the side of the road. She pushed forward, forcing her legs to carry her just that bit longer. She couldn't read the human words painted on the rusted heap of metal, but she didn't have to know what it was to realise that it was the answer to all her prayers. 

It's narrow double door lay on the ground. She trampled over it and heaved herself through the opening, pulling her small body up the steep stairs with difficulty. Whatever it was, it had clearly not been made with horses in mind. As she pulled herself up into it's belly, the howling wind cut off. The windows were all intact, by some miracle of God, so it couldn't get her here. Nor could the rain, she realised with relief as she shook the water out of her coat. She frowned as she took in her surroundings; there were seats here and there, but it wasn't even half of what should have been there, she realised as she passed the small holes in the floor where screws should have been. Someone must have come and salvaged what was in here. Most of it was just empty space, and what seats were left were torn and threadbare, with stuffing peeking out here and there. 

She shook the water out of her mane, trying to keep it from dripping into her eyes as she made her way deeper into the belly of the beast. A small glimpse of brown sent her brief relief draining out of her as she stopped dead in her tracks. She held her breath a moment; it looked like she wasn't the only one who'd sought to find shelter from the storm in here. When nothing happened, she took a step closer, her hooves thudding against the padded metal floors. There it was again, the brief glimpse of brown from between the remnants of the seats. She watched it, trying to see if it would come into view, anticipating an attack. But then a small bleating sound cracked through the roar of rain against the metal roof, and all inhibition turned to curiosity. What the hell was that thing?

She walked on faster now, still holding back but spurred on by curiosity. She didn't know any animal that made that noise, much less any predator. When she was close enough, she craned her neck to try and get a better view, while leaving herself enough room to leap back and defend herself if an attack came.

But what she saw wasn't terrifying, with diseased skin and gnashing jaws. It was just the opposite. "Awwwwww!" she cooed softly before she could think to stop herself, perking her ears forward and bowing her head toward it. "Look at the baby!" 

The little brown ball of fur shrunk back into the chair legs, looking up at her with gigantic brown eyes. The skinny little bear bleated at her, a sad but hopeful sound as it reached out and batted at her with it's claws. 

"Watch those things, Shorty, they're sharp," she told it, nuzzling it on the head as it swiped it's paw at her dangling forelock. Her mind flashed back to the frozen carcass she'd seen outside, it's dark fur whipping around in the wind. She knew what it was now, she figured. "I'm gonna keep you," she told it, nudging it onto it's back with it's nose. "I think I'll call you Kolu, because you're tiny. And it'll be hilarious when you're all grown up. My name's Redstone, but you can call me Red. Everyone does, pretty much," she told the cub as it entwined it's small paws in her forelock. His, she realised as she shoved it away. He was so skinny; she wondered how long he'd been in here on his own; did he have any brothers and sisters; when was the last time he'd eaten?

She lay down on the floor of the metal beast, the lack of chairs giving her just enough room as she rolled the cub over to her with her nose. "Don't worry little one," she cooed to him, curling her body around him protectively. "I'm gonna take good care of you. And then, when you're older, you can eat everyone I hate! That'll be fun," she told him with a grin. 

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