08-31-2018, 04:04 PM
[size=9pt]A flurry of dark wings, shadows passing over his face and obscuring his vision. A debilitating panic that took hold of him and refused to let him go, avian screeches and his mothers voice, her voice, her voice-- but then it was over. As quick as it had started. A blast of heat reared up against his fur and for a moment he though, this is death. But when he opened his eyes, everything returned. He wished it didn't.
The vultures have taken off, and once they're gone, he spends too long, standing, watching the corpse before him. The pool of blood grows as the seconds tick by, gaining on him until it swamps around his paws again. He doesn't move, this time. Instead, he flexes his claws in the shimmering mess, feels it seep between the cracks in his pads, and only looks up when a voice manage to break through whatever haze he'd been in.
Bleary-eyed, he looks at Fey, and it takes his vision a moment too long to focus. He's sucking in breaths frantically and the thump of his heart is all he can hear, but he forces himself to say something. "T-that was you?" comes his voice, raspy. His cheek sets on fire with pain and he's trembling but he doesn't seem to realize; instead, he stares at the child before him, watches the blood drip down her nose until his eyes go dry and he has to blink. "Are you okay?" Says Moon, with his trademark ignorance to his own state. He seemingly hasn't registered her question, golden gaze that was usually so keen and lively, distant and spaced-out, now.
The vultures have taken off, and once they're gone, he spends too long, standing, watching the corpse before him. The pool of blood grows as the seconds tick by, gaining on him until it swamps around his paws again. He doesn't move, this time. Instead, he flexes his claws in the shimmering mess, feels it seep between the cracks in his pads, and only looks up when a voice manage to break through whatever haze he'd been in.
Bleary-eyed, he looks at Fey, and it takes his vision a moment too long to focus. He's sucking in breaths frantically and the thump of his heart is all he can hear, but he forces himself to say something. "T-that was you?" comes his voice, raspy. His cheek sets on fire with pain and he's trembling but he doesn't seem to realize; instead, he stares at the child before him, watches the blood drip down her nose until his eyes go dry and he has to blink. "Are you okay?" Says Moon, with his trademark ignorance to his own state. He seemingly hasn't registered her question, golden gaze that was usually so keen and lively, distant and spaced-out, now.
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]