[private] i'll fall apart or stay intact; wishbone

[Warden]

resurrect the saint within the wretch

As he flew (quickly, fervently, from the forest) another vision struck him.

It was not often that his third eye would intervene and interrupt the Watcher mid-flight. As his large ivory wings beat through the warm thermals along the dawning horizon in a desperate attempt to reach Tephra quicker than he had ever done before, the familiar sensation sprouted from the center of his forehead. With a gasp, his navy gaze turns milky white and he is pulled from the present, far along into the future while his body is left to careen through the air as dead weight, towards the blackened volcanic shore of the only home he has ever known.

The world opens up like a gaping mouth, splintered across the inlands of lava flows and tall, flowing grasses. It fractures, hungry, and groaning. Warden scrambles to either side of the crumbling earth, trying to outrun the abyss that yawns beneath him. In the corners of his eyes, he can feel the creatures watching him, perceptive to his presence in this future timeline.

His eldest brother is staggering away from the widening crevice, something like blood (but black like oil) dripping from his nose and mouth. Warden calls out to him, but his voice is lost - as always in his visions. Svedka gazes upwards with sad eyes and a near peaceful acceptance, the earth swallows him.

Warden feels the claws of the monsters on him - scraping him, attempting to pry at him, knowing that he does not belong.

The pegasus’ eyes refocus just as he is falling through clear, sunny skies of a warm and humid springtime morning. His wings - once limp - now outstretch to their full length, attempting to slow his terrible spiral towards the ground.

With an earth-shattering jolt and a sickening thud, he slams into the blackened beach of Tephra’s shoreline.

Warden

@[Wishbone]
edit: this is happening before the eclipse for ~*lite trauma*~ purposes