07-20-2018, 11:06 PM
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ARISE. WITNESS THE DESTRUCTION.
The sirens and flashing lights had awoken Shining from his slumber. Not a startling awakening, but a slow, gradual process, as if the alarms had only a small effect on him. He was still confined to the Clerics' Hide, for the most part, so Warring could keep a close eye on him. Oh, and Lessa would headbutt him again if he dared to be caught outside of it on his own. The feline's senses eventually came to their limit, and he began to partly realize that a commotion was going on within the Observatory.
SEE HOW THEY FLEE IN TERROR, IN FEAR.
Shining rose to his paws, limping slightly into the fray. All sorts of clanmates were rushing about, yelling over the sound of the sirens, heading outdoors. It wasn't entirely clear at first what was going on. But the smell indicated that things were burning somewhere. He blinked and looked past the chaos, spotting smoke starting to rise from the stairs that led to the basement. A fire, down in the depths of the hallways. The feline started walking towards it.
SEE HOW IT BURNS.
Creatures ran past him, their numbers reducing gradually as most of the Ascendants reached safety in the meadow. But Shining did not join them. He descended downstairs, the smoke growing thicker, making the air difficult to breathe. The flames were noticeable now, crackling and dancing away at the end of the hallway. A brilliant display of orange and yellow and red. It crawled forward, inch by inch.
SEE HOW IT DESTROYS.
Shining was too familiar with the effects of fire. It wasn't something to be played with, something to control, something to tame. He had learned all that the hard way. Flashbacks ran through his mind, but one in particular stood out among the rest. The warmth of a fireplace. The comfort of a feline next to him, blue with white paws, eyes filled with care and love.
The fire lashing out.
HEAR THEIR CRIES.
Shining was frozen in place, staring deep into the heart of the fire, eyes filled with anger and regret and pain.
ARISE. WITNESS THE DESTRUCTION.
The sirens and flashing lights had awoken Shining from his slumber. Not a startling awakening, but a slow, gradual process, as if the alarms had only a small effect on him. He was still confined to the Clerics' Hide, for the most part, so Warring could keep a close eye on him. Oh, and Lessa would headbutt him again if he dared to be caught outside of it on his own. The feline's senses eventually came to their limit, and he began to partly realize that a commotion was going on within the Observatory.
SEE HOW THEY FLEE IN TERROR, IN FEAR.
Shining rose to his paws, limping slightly into the fray. All sorts of clanmates were rushing about, yelling over the sound of the sirens, heading outdoors. It wasn't entirely clear at first what was going on. But the smell indicated that things were burning somewhere. He blinked and looked past the chaos, spotting smoke starting to rise from the stairs that led to the basement. A fire, down in the depths of the hallways. The feline started walking towards it.
SEE HOW IT BURNS.
Creatures ran past him, their numbers reducing gradually as most of the Ascendants reached safety in the meadow. But Shining did not join them. He descended downstairs, the smoke growing thicker, making the air difficult to breathe. The flames were noticeable now, crackling and dancing away at the end of the hallway. A brilliant display of orange and yellow and red. It crawled forward, inch by inch.
SEE HOW IT DESTROYS.
Shining was too familiar with the effects of fire. It wasn't something to be played with, something to control, something to tame. He had learned all that the hard way. Flashbacks ran through his mind, but one in particular stood out among the rest. The warmth of a fireplace. The comfort of a feline next to him, blue with white paws, eyes filled with care and love.
The fire lashing out.
HEAR THEIR CRIES.
Shining was frozen in place, staring deep into the heart of the fire, eyes filled with anger and regret and pain.
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WHO KNEW THE EMPTINESS COULD BE SO COLD?!
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WHO KNEW THE EMPTINESS COULD BE SO COLD?!
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