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Understanding the Ecosystem of Death Valley: Plants, Animals, and Beyond
I’ve always been drawn to Death Valley National Park. It’s a place that challenges what we think of as a desert. Surrounded by mountains, it shows how life can thrive in extreme conditions. Death Valley is more than just sand and rock. It’s home to over 400 animal species, each with unique survival skills. Animals like bighorn sheep and desert tortoises have adapted to survive with little water.…
Whumptober prompt: Harsh Climate
“O-Okay…” Ezra stuttered, his teeth chattering in the cold. “I-I got it hooked up.”
Kanan pulled the thermal blanket tighter around him. “Is it flashing?”
Ezra nodded, placing the transponder down and curling up against the wall, burying all but his face below his blanket.
“So all we can do is wait…” Kanan said quietly.
“Great,” Ezra said sarcastically. “W-We get to just sit here and wait until we f-freeze to death.”
“We’re not going to freeze to death.” Kanan checked the monitor. “The Phantom is insulated enough that it shouldn’t even drop down to zero.”
Ezra rolled his eyes. “So w-we’ll only freeze a little .”
Kanan frowned, eyeing his padawan carefully. Ezra was trembling pretty hard, curled up in a shockingly tiny ball underneath his blanket. With a hand on his side for support, Kanan pushed himself up from the seat and settled back down next to Ezra with a slightly exaggerated groan of pain.
Ezra’s body stiffened as he glanced at him questioningly. “W-What are you d-doing?”
“We’ll stay warmer if we share body heat,” Kanan said as he draped his blanket over the both of them.
Ezra’s frown deepened as he watched. “I-I’m fine…”
“Uh huh,” Kanan said, wrapping his arm around Ezra’s shaking shoulders. It was telling when his padawan leaned up against his side, albeit only slightly. He still so small… Kanan noticed. He could feel Ezra’s bones still poking out from his worn flight suit. Nearly three months of living on the Ghost, and he’s hardly gained a pound. No wonder the kid was so cold.
Making a mental note to get the kid on a more fattening diet, Kanan made sure his blanket was engulfing them both.
“I-I’m okay…” Ezra weakly protested, even as his trembling started to cease.
“Well, I’m not,” Kanan said in attempt to preserve some of Ezra’s pride. He squeezed the boy’s shoulders. “Just let me use you as a hot water bottle, okay?”
With a small sigh, Ezra nodded. He curled in on himself, and little by little, he relaxed against Kanan’s side
Hopefully they wouldn’t have to wait long for help to come.
Whumptober 2018: Day twenty one - Harsh Climate
Summary: After pissing off an magician Jason and Tim are sent to the desert.
Enjoy! :)
Groaning Tim blinks his eyes open and immediately shuts them again when he’s hit with blinding light. Sitting up from where he had been lying down he brings up a hand and covers his eyes and tries again. Soon enough his eyes adjust to the light and he looks around.
The sight that greets him is not a pleasant one. He’s in a desert. A golden sand desert. There’s nothing within his sight range that tells him exactly what desert they’re in because he sees nothing but sand for absolute miles.
Some groaning gets his attention and he looks to find Jason sprawled out beside him. He gives his brother a moment to get his senses together before speaking, “We’re in a dessert.”
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Day 21: Harsh Climate
Whumptober Day 21; Harsh Climate
The plane had gone down in the middle of nowhere.
It was a private plane, just Peter and the pilot. The pilot, he said his name was Grady Johnson, had let Peter sit in the cockpit with him when it happened.
The plane gave a jolt- and then, “oh my god, we’ve lost the engine-“ it started falling. Quickly. Mr. Johnson steered them towards a lake while he could, but eventually all they knew was trees.
Peter had tried to save Mr. Johnson, he really had. But all he managed to do was launch himself far enough away from the crashing plane towards the water that he didn’t die immediately.
Not that he didn’t feel like it. He’d panicked in the water, certain that he was going to drown, until he got a grip and swam to the surface.
Now Peter was huddled on the muddy ground, shivering. The moon hung low in the sky, and he was surrounded by trees and bugs and noises from the wild animals. He hadn’t seen Mr. Johnston come up from where Peter had thrown him in the crash, and the knowledge that he was probably dead painfully settled into the back of Peter’s mind.
He was alone. He was lost and alone and no one was going to find him.
It was so cold, he’d forgotten how cold it got outside at night. Peter was still sopping wet, but he didn’t dare take his clothes off and leave himself prey to the elements. Instead he just shivered miserably.
Eventually he got up the strength to move, trudging over to the shore where big rocks lay. He wedged himself against one. It drained all of his expendable energy, and he felt his mind drift off into a deep empty sleep.
When Peter woke up, there was something cold and wet splattering his face.
Snow.
“Oh. Great,” Peter muttered to himself. He knew he should get up, cover himself and find some shelter, but he was too cold to move. So he just lay there against his rock, curled into himself.
After a while he stopped shivering, and his hands and feet stopped stinging and just went to altogether numb. He knew that was bad, really bad, but he was too tired to care. He shut his eyes.
Just as he was about to drift off he heard a voice calling; “I found him!”
Great. He was hallucinating.
He felt something touch his neck. It was warm, and it stung.
“Peter? Kid?”
He couldn’t move his face to respond.
“Kid, you’ve gotta- I- Please Pete, come on kid.”
Peter focused all his effort and opened his eyes blearily. A blurry figure stood in his vision, mostly encased in red. Mr. Stark?
“Hey kiddo, that’s- good job. Just- just stay here with me Pete, okay? We’re gonna get you home.”
God, being conscious was painful as hell. Sleep, while still cold, was at least empty and painless.
“I know, kid. I know,” Mr. Stark responded to the agony in Peter’s eyes. Peter let his eyes slide half closed, unable to fight the pain much longer.
“Hey!” Mr. Stark’s exclaim made Peter blink. “No, kid. Don’t fall asleep on me.”
Peter felt a warm hand on his face. It was painful.
His eyes slid all the way shut.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Realized I had never posted this one to Ao3 and thought it would be a perfect winter case fic for all of you to enjoy ^_^ So it’s a new story to my Archive followers and it’s old enough that maybe everyone else might like to re-read it LOL
Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Sam Winchester & Dean Winchester & Castiel & Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester & Castiel, Dean Winchester & Bobby Singer Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer Additional Tags: season 5, Case Fic, everyone gets whumped, Hurt Dean, Hurt Sam, Hurt Castiel, Hurt Bobby, harsh climate, Hypothermia, Avalanches, Monster of the Week, snow suits, Survival, gen - Freeform Summary:
News of strange animal attacks near a ski lodge sends the Winchesters along with Bobby and Cas to Vermont to check it out. But when mother nature seems to have other plans, they're left stranded and separated on the mountain with an unknown creature now hunting them. Set S5-kinda AU. No slash, everyone gets whumped.
Whumptober18
Day 21: Harsh Climate
@la-vie-en-whump’s Whumptober Challenge
“Daisy!”
Daisy’s eyes felt like they were glued shut, and her body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. She wanted nothing more than to sleep. Everything ached: her shoulders, her back, her arms, her feet.
“Daisy!”
The voice speaking her name was more urgent now, and she tried to pry her eyes open. When she finally was able to focus, she saw Dean’s very worried face peering into hers.
“Daisy, what happened?” Dean demanded.
“So tired,” she mumbled, and shut her eyes again.
Dean shook her by the arm insistently. “Daisy. Wake up.”
Finally accepting that Dean needed answers more than she needed to fall asleep at that moment, Daisy opened her eyes again. She braced her hands on the floor and pushed herself into a sitting position. Dean sat next to her, his injured leg stretched out in front of him.
“Got caught by some werewolves,” she said around a yawn. “Managed to slip away with the supplies when their backs were turned.” Then she remembered the news that Dean would certainly want to hear. “They’re bringing Sam back to the storage facility!”
Dean’s head snapped upright, his eyes searching for a lie in Daisy’s face. “What?”
“They wanted to know where you were. Sounds like you pissed somebody off but good. Their plan was to bring Sam back and get one of us to talk. He could even be there by now.”
“Then what are we waiting for,” Dean growled, trying to climb to his feet. His leg buckled, and he sat down again, hard.
“Dean!” Daisy’s voice was tight with worry. “You’re not going anywhere until we get you patched up.” To her utter amazement, he didn’t argue.
Ignoring the fatigue that had seeped into her bones, Daisy helped Dean to a chair by the fireplace. She grabbed the duffel bag that had the first aid supplies and dragged it over next to his chair. Between the two of them, they managed to get the wound cleaned, stitched, and dressed. It was showing signs of infection already, and Daisy took extra care when cleaning it. She handed Dean painkillers and a bottle of water. He washed them down and sank back into the chair with a long, heavy exhale.
“Rest, Dean,” she ordered. “You’re no good to Sam if you collapse halfway there.”
“You’re not leaving without me,” he said fiercely.
“One hour,” Daisy promised. “Rest for one hour, and we’ll go together.”
Dean closed his eyes in silent agreement. Daisy curled up in the adjacent armchair, let her head lean against the soft cushions, and fell asleep immediately.
***
An hour later, Dean and Daisy were both on their feet again, though moving stiffly. Daisy pulled every silver weapon she had from the satchel and the duffel bags. She loved her shotgun with silver dust, her pistol with silver bullets, and handed the ammunition over to Dean so he could do the same. She tucked a silver knife into her belt and another into an ankle sheath. When they had all the silver they could carry, they stored the gear under the bunks, then set off into the woods.
It was coming on twilight as they hiked through the forest in the direction of the werewolf hideout. The wind had picked up and was no longer the playful breeze it had been before. Daisy pulled her jacket tightly around her and glanced up at the sky. It was black with thunderclouds. She caught Dean’s eye and nodded upwards. They quickened their pace. Now that the painkillers had taken effect, Dean was moving more easily.
They had not yet reached the stream when the first rumble of thunder echoed off the mountainside. Large raindrops began to fall, first slowly, splattering on the forest floor and disturbing the leaves. Then they fell faster and faster, turning into a downpour that drenched Dean and Daisy within minutes. The wind howled through the trees, turning the droplets into stinging projectiles that drove into the skin on their arms and faces.
There was nowhere to seek shelter and going back wasn’t an option. The pair of hunters pressed on, navigating mud puddles and wiping away the water that streamed down their faces. Lightning split the sky, turning the dim forest bright as daylight, then fading again. Three seconds later, a thunderclap cracked overhead, making both of them jump.
They finally reached the stream, both now wet and miserable. The log they had crossed the night before was no longer an option, since Daisy had dislodged it to discourage her pursuers. Neither was wading the stream possible. Even though they were both so wet that it wouldn’t have made a difference, the stream was swollen and rushing faster with the downpour. They walked on in miserable silence, looking for another place to cross.
Eventually, they came to a bend in the stream. It flowed around and through a series of large rocks and boulders. Neither of them relished the thought of scrambling across wet rocks over a small river, but there was no guarantee of a better place to cross, and time was against them. Going slowly, they made their way across the water, landing safely on the other side.
The rain had not let up, nor had the wind, when they reached the forest’s edge and the storage complex.
Everything Back to Normal
Everything Back to Normal
After two days of on and off of electricity in my place and the city as well, since yesterday morning we are having a continuous power supply. Sounds great, right !! If you have read my previous posts, you might be aware of the power outage that happened in Texas due to inclement weather conditions. You can click here to read it if you haven’t. This was all over the news too. So far so good. On…
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