Our skin gets thicker, living out in the snow
CREVAN
The ground shivers. Pale gold and crimson leaves dance slightly, thumping above the earth in time to a silent beat. A puddle grown from Winter’s thaw begins to tremble and then, starts to swirl. For a moment the sky seems darker, the air tense with expectation of something to come, and then the tension bursts -
Two pale claws break free of the puddle’s surface, scrabbling for a muddy edge as they drag the refuse of Sylvian muck back down with them. Each grasping attempt exposes the creature more; first a snout that looks slick as oil, then the shape of a pale, sopping head and two gold-tinged shoulders to match. Painfully slow, Crevan the wolf works to free himself of a water portal before the sucking nonsense can close itself forever.
Halfway through he snarls - spits up a glob of the black liquid that coats his mouth and lets it splatter down his chin and onto the soil of Sylvian earth. “Release me!” He snarls to no one in particular, “Don’t let it get through!”
Yelping, Crevan can feel the sensation of an invisible force shove him, and as a result his hind legs pop free to fly over his head and twist his massive wolf shape into a flip. He slams back-first onto the earth, the air from his lungs expelling with a gust of pain and more black spittle. “That’ll do, I guess.” He thinks, scrambling to right himself and peer back at the muddy hole he’d just traveled through.
He waits, silently, black waste dripping spot by spot from the corners of his jaw, but nothing happens. “Her plan worked, then.” He thinks incredulously, hardly willing to believe it but the longer he waits, the more the silence presses in around him.
It was done. She was gone. Their worlds were safe again.
In the following minutes Crevan can only realize how little time they'd really been given. He’d thought perhaps … but no. He mustn't linger. He’d promised, and he’d make good on his end of that just like he said he would.
“Nyxa.” Is all he can think, and then the forgotten Shade of Sylva loses consciousness.
ooc: surprise