08-17-2022, 11:50 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]I HOPE IT STAYS DARK FOREVER, I HOPE THE WORST ISN'T OVER — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
tw for mention of vomit and intense pain in the third paragraph//
The sky roared with thunder before it even started to pour. Sylvester was at the edge of the territory, hanging up bones to mark where their territory started when the thunder crackled. The sky had been dark for many days, they hardly saw the sun or blue sky among the growing grey cloud cover. But he couldn't have anticipated how harsh the thunder became. It was as though the sky itself was angry.
Spirits never seemed to care for the weather, they carried on as usual except for a few who fled to some far off place. Sylvest watched cautiously before making his trek back to the camp. Soon the heavy raindrops fell, slowly at first, then quicker and quicker until it was a deluge. Sylvester was drenched, alongside the earth around him. As he started to run, suddenly the earth fell beneath him. A frightened screech left his maw as he scrabbled down the rocky slope, hitting a jutting rock just enough to give him some air, and then...
Sharp rocks collided with his right shoulder, providing a sickening noise as his shoulder cracked. Sylvester shrieked in pain and rolled to his feet, almost doubling over in pain. His stomach clenched and he felt bile rise, and he gagged. Panting, the fox gathered his senses and looked upward. The slope he could climb, if it wasn't slippery and drenched.
Cursing mentally, he took in a deep breath. "Help!! Is there anyone out there!?" He called out, limping to the base of the slope. He just needed someone to get here, preferably with some rope or vine. [glow=#b6cdcd,1,400]text[/glow]
The sky roared with thunder before it even started to pour. Sylvester was at the edge of the territory, hanging up bones to mark where their territory started when the thunder crackled. The sky had been dark for many days, they hardly saw the sun or blue sky among the growing grey cloud cover. But he couldn't have anticipated how harsh the thunder became. It was as though the sky itself was angry.
Spirits never seemed to care for the weather, they carried on as usual except for a few who fled to some far off place. Sylvest watched cautiously before making his trek back to the camp. Soon the heavy raindrops fell, slowly at first, then quicker and quicker until it was a deluge. Sylvester was drenched, alongside the earth around him. As he started to run, suddenly the earth fell beneath him. A frightened screech left his maw as he scrabbled down the rocky slope, hitting a jutting rock just enough to give him some air, and then...
Sharp rocks collided with his right shoulder, providing a sickening noise as his shoulder cracked. Sylvester shrieked in pain and rolled to his feet, almost doubling over in pain. His stomach clenched and he felt bile rise, and he gagged. Panting, the fox gathered his senses and looked upward. The slope he could climb, if it wasn't slippery and drenched.
Cursing mentally, he took in a deep breath. "Help!! Is there anyone out there!?" He called out, limping to the base of the slope. He just needed someone to get here, preferably with some rope or vine. [glow=#b6cdcd,1,400]text[/glow]