#raggedysally

[twobiiits]

"See you at camp!"

24. Ran out of food in the wilderness – looks like you have to catch your own!

A camping trip in the woods! When the idea was proposed to him, Roger jumped at the chance! He was a rabbit, after all! A natural-born survivor! At least, that’s what he assumed... though it was becoming increasingly apparent as time went on, that if you spent your whole life living in a bustling city with no contact with the natural world, then you probably didn’t have much in the way of survival-skills.

Roger trudged through the thick forest with Sally, looking completely ragged. His fur was dirty. There were pine needles and leaves clinging to him. He was hot, tired, uncomfortable -- but worst of all, he was hungry. They’d been out of food for what had to be hours now! Things were looking grim.

Suddenly, the tired rabbit sat himself down on the ground and draped an exhausted arm over his eyes, tilting his head back and groaning melodramatically.

“We’re done for! It’s over! I haven’t had mineral water from an Icelandic glacier in hours! I haven’t even seen an electrical outlet! Let’s face the facts! We’re dead ducks!”

[firebird-suite]

Sally frowned slightly at the large, flame-bird. "Looks like snow, Uruvion, are you going to be okay in this weather?"

he phoenix nodded in response to the rag doll’s concern. 'I should be fine, the snow just tends to melt on me.' He notes, flapping a wing in order to shake off the snow water weighing it down. 'And it's not too cold either so there's little worry of me freezing at least.' Firebird adds as his golden eyes glance up to the skies a moment.

Looking through the falling snow towards the grey skies he noticed the clouds were darker then he last saw. He faced Sally once again. 'I would recommended you get back to your home, I think there may just be a storm coming.'

41. We’re lost in the woods, and it’s snowing so hard now! 

[firebird-suite]

Sally smiled at the fiery bird. "Hello again Uruvion, would you like to spin the bottle?"

Urúvion nodded to the rag doll in greeting. “Hello to you as well Sally.”

7. Comfort yours

"Er, I’m not one much that’s good at comforting people much…" He admitted with a small shrug before continuing, "but whatever may be causing you to be upset…I can do what I can to help you deal with it." He narowed his eyes slightly. "Is that about how this sorta thing works?" He asked, for he never really had comforted anyone other then his brother so it was rather strange.

[theoneandonlyflynnrider]

The Warmth Of A Crypt // Young!Flynn and Sally

Flynn Rider was trying to find somewhere to sleep the night. If worst came to worst, he'd spend another night in the forest, but the night before he was almost certain that he'd heard wolves. Rationally, he had to admit that it can't have been wolves, but it was hard to remember that when he heard noises in the middle of the night. But, equally, there was more chance of him being found in the open.

This was almost the end of his fifth day of freedom, and even with the hunger, and the danger, and the uncertainty of his future, these five days had been the best five days of his life. In his old, worn satchel, he had a blanket, a few copper coins, half a loaf of bread, two apples and in his pocket he had the title page of The Tales Of Flynnigan Rider. And that was all he needed.

It was getting dark before Euge-- Flynn found a place to stay. The church was locked up tight, but the door of the crypt was weak and easily pushed open. For a moment, he wondered if he could do this, but then he found himself edging his way down the steps and into the darkness.