05-08-2021, 11:18 AM
“I’ll be fine,” comes the fractured reply, something like gurgling deep in Warden’s throat. On any other day, perhaps he would attempt to lighten the situation with something about how this has not been the first time he had crash-landed and sustained injury, but today is not one of those days. He would be fine, he knows, as long as he could get to the waterfall. It would not be long before the soft tinkling of glass against sand would reach his ears, bringing him to healing waters. Warden is not worried for himself. There is fear in the Watcher’s eyes even as Wishbone gallops from him and a breath in his throat that is caught there - even if she were to reach Svedka in time, would she be able to change what has already been seen?
He lies there in silence as the sound of Wishbone’s hooves finally recede and he can no longer hear them, inhaling shallowly. He watches helplessly as the noonday sun suddenly begins to wane and as shadows stretch and elongate across the sand. The stallion’s eyes close tightly, the vibrations of the earth’s groaning somewhere deep beneath him shaking him to his very bones.
He had been too late.
On the far side of Tephra, the palomino and white stallion is not aware of the impending doom. The inland grasses sway gently in the sea breeze, warm and inviting, as he meanders absentmindedly through the lava flows and the mixture of volcanic soil that crowds the gently intertwined rivers. Shadows fall across him and with an inquisitive look, Svedka glances upwards at a cloudless sky that is suddenly shifting and turning. Confused but distracted by the sound of his name being thrown across the inland plains, he throws his head over his shoulder.
He had become used to Wishbone’s new appearance and an easy smile finds his mouth despite the fact that shadows continue to weave their way across the landscape. He does his best to appear relaxed, but there is a rising uncertainty that comes with the despair in Wishbone’s voice and the strange happenings of the world around him. With a snort, Svedka notices the ground beginning to quake beneath him. It is at this instance (and with Wishbone still coming towards him) that something much like tar begins to drip from Svedka’s nostrils and ears.
He coughs once, then twice, suddenly frightened. Memories of the afterlife and Carnage come rushing forward, realizing perhaps there is a penalty for returning from such a place without a scratch. “Wishbone!” Svedka cries, but his voice is trembling and weak, coated with the oil-like substance that continues to leak dangerously. He’s terrified, stumbling towards her helplessly as the ground begins to shake more fervently.
If he could just get to her, he thinks, he’ll be safe.
He has to be.
The ground beneath him finally breaks as a crack fissuring just beside him. Svedka’s eyes roll white despite the black substance that clouds his vision, stumbling away from it. It widens and gapes, hungry. Something white-hot burns his throat and he coughs again hacking and sputtering black liquid. He nearly chokes on it, until a sizeable chunk falls from his mouth. Svedka does not notice in his panic, but the pile of liquid begins to crawl away, sinking into the lava - a monster unleashed.
The opening continues to widen and only follows each leap he takes away from it, almost hunting him as he continues towards his sister. With this realization, the fear on his face grows into sadness instead. “I’m sorry,” he mouths to her across the length between them. Unable to keep his eyes on her, he gazes up at the eclipsed sky instead as the footing beneath him crumbles and swallows him.
@[Wishbone]
yay for past timelines!!!
He lies there in silence as the sound of Wishbone’s hooves finally recede and he can no longer hear them, inhaling shallowly. He watches helplessly as the noonday sun suddenly begins to wane and as shadows stretch and elongate across the sand. The stallion’s eyes close tightly, the vibrations of the earth’s groaning somewhere deep beneath him shaking him to his very bones.
He had been too late.
On the far side of Tephra, the palomino and white stallion is not aware of the impending doom. The inland grasses sway gently in the sea breeze, warm and inviting, as he meanders absentmindedly through the lava flows and the mixture of volcanic soil that crowds the gently intertwined rivers. Shadows fall across him and with an inquisitive look, Svedka glances upwards at a cloudless sky that is suddenly shifting and turning. Confused but distracted by the sound of his name being thrown across the inland plains, he throws his head over his shoulder.
He had become used to Wishbone’s new appearance and an easy smile finds his mouth despite the fact that shadows continue to weave their way across the landscape. He does his best to appear relaxed, but there is a rising uncertainty that comes with the despair in Wishbone’s voice and the strange happenings of the world around him. With a snort, Svedka notices the ground beginning to quake beneath him. It is at this instance (and with Wishbone still coming towards him) that something much like tar begins to drip from Svedka’s nostrils and ears.
He coughs once, then twice, suddenly frightened. Memories of the afterlife and Carnage come rushing forward, realizing perhaps there is a penalty for returning from such a place without a scratch. “Wishbone!” Svedka cries, but his voice is trembling and weak, coated with the oil-like substance that continues to leak dangerously. He’s terrified, stumbling towards her helplessly as the ground begins to shake more fervently.
If he could just get to her, he thinks, he’ll be safe.
He has to be.
The ground beneath him finally breaks as a crack fissuring just beside him. Svedka’s eyes roll white despite the black substance that clouds his vision, stumbling away from it. It widens and gapes, hungry. Something white-hot burns his throat and he coughs again hacking and sputtering black liquid. He nearly chokes on it, until a sizeable chunk falls from his mouth. Svedka does not notice in his panic, but the pile of liquid begins to crawl away, sinking into the lava - a monster unleashed.
The opening continues to widen and only follows each leap he takes away from it, almost hunting him as he continues towards his sister. With this realization, the fear on his face grows into sadness instead. “I’m sorry,” he mouths to her across the length between them. Unable to keep his eyes on her, he gazes up at the eclipsed sky instead as the footing beneath him crumbles and swallows him.
@[Wishbone]
yay for past timelines!!!