The raging winds of the diamond sandstorm buffeted against Number Seven's side, blowing with such force that if his mind were to wander even an inch, he could have been blown off his paws. Thankfully, Seven was better at keeping himself in check than that. He curled his thick, heavily armored girth around the smaller form that crouched beside him, blocking her from the storm while she fiddled with a small device in her hands.
"Anything?" He asked loudly, so that he could be heard over the storm. His voice echoed because of the armor covering his face and snout. Okib didn't bother looking up, but continued to crouch as the wind blew her thick rope of a braid every which way. She sat hunched over something cupped in her hands, protecting it from the storm much the way Seven was protecting her.
A sharp growl suddenly erupted from the girls crouched form as she shook her clasped hands rapidly. "Stupid compass not wanna work!" She exclaimed irritably, her voice echoing the same way that Seven's did. The armor they wore was specially crafted by the Steward of Sand, made specifically so that they could withstand the shredding power of The Diamond Maelstrom with ease. They'd been sent out on a field test to prove verily that his designs were fully functional, specifically on Number Seven, who was an enormous canine.
So far, their suits had done the trick. Too bad they'd gotten lost while strolling through the damned storm... Fat lot of good their noses did when the wind switched directions every ten minutes!
And now the damned compass didn't want to work!
With a sudden cry of outrage, Okibi shot to her feet and turned in a sharp circle. She reared her arm back and whipped the useless compass away into the distant sands. Her breath came in heavy pants for a few seconds as she tried to regain her bearings. Obviously, her short temper and a broken compass did not mix well.
Seven looked forlornly in the direction of the lost compass, mourning the loss of their only hope of finding their way out of the storm. "Now why did you do that?" He asked loudly, almost angrily.
Okibi snapped a glare in his direction. He wouldnt be able to see it, what with her face being hidden behind a plate of metal and glowing eye slats, but she was pretty sure he could tell all the same that she wasn't pleased. "Compass not work. Arrow only spinny spin. Make Okibi mad!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air. Seven sighed and shook his head as she then crossed her arms and looked away with a 'hmph'.
"It might have only been this area we're in. Something around here was probably interfering with it." Seven scanned their surroundings, his brightly glowing red eyes working like flashlights in the quickly descending night. The sun was nearly set and they were quickly losing any chances they had of finding their way home before nightfall. Trying to navigate the storm without the light of day (or a compass) was going to be nearly impossible. Perhaps it would be best if they found shelter for the night and waited it out.
One of Sevens armored ears swiveled to the right, catching a very faint sound over the roar of the wind. "Get on my back. We'll go find shelter for the night and try again in the morning. Hopefully the storm will have passed by then." He nudged Okibi's arm with his muzzle, urging her to do as he said. At first Okibi stood there stubbornly, but slowly gave in with a heavy sigh. She gripped the plating on his shoulder and swung herself up, keeping herself close to the giant dogs back so that there'd be less wind resistance.
Seven's muscles bunched and sprang as he launched himself through the storm, following the sound that he'd barely caught earlier. It brought him to an area where the storm was considerably weaker, thanks to all the natural rock formations. He stopped on the cusp of a small ravine; the sandstorm couldn't reach it's depths, but instead passed right over it. At it's very heart ran a small creek. That had to have been the sound he had picked up earlier. This would be as good a place as any to make rest for the night.
Carefully, Okibi and Seven climbed their way down the rocky incline of the gorge. This proved to be twice as difficult for Okibi, because of the ridiculous way that Sousuke had designed her suit. Why he thought putting three inch heels on a suit for her - when she didn't even wear flat footwear to begin with - was beyond her. Perhaps he thought it would be funny to see her stumble around for a change. Who knew with that one.
Okibi dropped to her knees beside the creek, drawing up her face plate so she could drink some of the water. She cupped her hands and brought the cool drink to her lips, gulping it down greedily. Seven stood by and watched as his human drank her fill, keeping his guard well and fully up. One never knew what they would run into in the wilds of Wind Country, after all.
[MFT]
[Word Count: 885]
[C'moooooon, show me dem DOGGIES! I wants me a Canine Contract!]
(Here is a picture of the suit Okibi is wearing. Just imagine an Ironman-ish face plate and a thick purple braid popping out the back of the helmet. For Seven, imagine the same thing but... on a horse-sized canine level. Information on Okibi and Seven can be found in my signature/mini profile thing.)
"Anything?" He asked loudly, so that he could be heard over the storm. His voice echoed because of the armor covering his face and snout. Okib didn't bother looking up, but continued to crouch as the wind blew her thick rope of a braid every which way. She sat hunched over something cupped in her hands, protecting it from the storm much the way Seven was protecting her.
A sharp growl suddenly erupted from the girls crouched form as she shook her clasped hands rapidly. "Stupid compass not wanna work!" She exclaimed irritably, her voice echoing the same way that Seven's did. The armor they wore was specially crafted by the Steward of Sand, made specifically so that they could withstand the shredding power of The Diamond Maelstrom with ease. They'd been sent out on a field test to prove verily that his designs were fully functional, specifically on Number Seven, who was an enormous canine.
So far, their suits had done the trick. Too bad they'd gotten lost while strolling through the damned storm... Fat lot of good their noses did when the wind switched directions every ten minutes!
And now the damned compass didn't want to work!
With a sudden cry of outrage, Okibi shot to her feet and turned in a sharp circle. She reared her arm back and whipped the useless compass away into the distant sands. Her breath came in heavy pants for a few seconds as she tried to regain her bearings. Obviously, her short temper and a broken compass did not mix well.
Seven looked forlornly in the direction of the lost compass, mourning the loss of their only hope of finding their way out of the storm. "Now why did you do that?" He asked loudly, almost angrily.
Okibi snapped a glare in his direction. He wouldnt be able to see it, what with her face being hidden behind a plate of metal and glowing eye slats, but she was pretty sure he could tell all the same that she wasn't pleased. "Compass not work. Arrow only spinny spin. Make Okibi mad!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air. Seven sighed and shook his head as she then crossed her arms and looked away with a 'hmph'.
"It might have only been this area we're in. Something around here was probably interfering with it." Seven scanned their surroundings, his brightly glowing red eyes working like flashlights in the quickly descending night. The sun was nearly set and they were quickly losing any chances they had of finding their way home before nightfall. Trying to navigate the storm without the light of day (or a compass) was going to be nearly impossible. Perhaps it would be best if they found shelter for the night and waited it out.
One of Sevens armored ears swiveled to the right, catching a very faint sound over the roar of the wind. "Get on my back. We'll go find shelter for the night and try again in the morning. Hopefully the storm will have passed by then." He nudged Okibi's arm with his muzzle, urging her to do as he said. At first Okibi stood there stubbornly, but slowly gave in with a heavy sigh. She gripped the plating on his shoulder and swung herself up, keeping herself close to the giant dogs back so that there'd be less wind resistance.
Seven's muscles bunched and sprang as he launched himself through the storm, following the sound that he'd barely caught earlier. It brought him to an area where the storm was considerably weaker, thanks to all the natural rock formations. He stopped on the cusp of a small ravine; the sandstorm couldn't reach it's depths, but instead passed right over it. At it's very heart ran a small creek. That had to have been the sound he had picked up earlier. This would be as good a place as any to make rest for the night.
Carefully, Okibi and Seven climbed their way down the rocky incline of the gorge. This proved to be twice as difficult for Okibi, because of the ridiculous way that Sousuke had designed her suit. Why he thought putting three inch heels on a suit for her - when she didn't even wear flat footwear to begin with - was beyond her. Perhaps he thought it would be funny to see her stumble around for a change. Who knew with that one.
Okibi dropped to her knees beside the creek, drawing up her face plate so she could drink some of the water. She cupped her hands and brought the cool drink to her lips, gulping it down greedily. Seven stood by and watched as his human drank her fill, keeping his guard well and fully up. One never knew what they would run into in the wilds of Wind Country, after all.
[MFT]
[Word Count: 885]
[C'moooooon, show me dem DOGGIES! I wants me a Canine Contract!]
(Here is a picture of the suit Okibi is wearing. Just imagine an Ironman-ish face plate and a thick purple braid popping out the back of the helmet. For Seven, imagine the same thing but... on a horse-sized canine level. Information on Okibi and Seven can be found in my signature/mini profile thing.)
