A COSMIC CONFLUENCE / aftermath

[michael t.]

Everything had been so... nice. It had been so peaceful, with the sky alight with colors and the cool sand beneath his belly. Michael had felt mostly at peace, the memory of the nightmare that had woken him up fading fast as he focused upon the meteor shower. He'd honestly felt so relaxed that he had begun to doze off once again, and then everything had gone to shit. There was a bright flash of light in the sky a bit of distance away, and then a crash. Suddenly, there was yelling and running, and the earth beneath his paws was shaking and cracking. Panic seized the thief as he stumbled to his paws, his chest tight. He had no idea what the fuck was going on, but he tried his hardest to remember his knowledge of emergency training, limited as it was. It was best to get to higher ground, right? Right. He found himself looking wildly around, searching for where that sacred higher ground might be. He needed to get people there, needed to help them, needed to make sure Roxie was safe, and Roan was safe, and T– Trevor. He needed to make sure Trevor was safe. He had left his boyfriend at home when the meteor shower had started, and now everything was a fucking mess.

Growing somewhat frantic, Michael turned and began to dash for his home, his chest heaving as short legs sprayed up sand behind him. He needed to get home, needed to find Trevor and get the fuck out. They both were going to be okay, they had to be. Things couldn't completely fall apart when life was finally starting to feel good. However, his mission would prove to be unsuccessful. Halfway to his home, there was a violent shaking in the earth beneath him, quaking so vigorously that Michael couldn't stay upright. Crashing into the sand, Michael let out a groan of pain as the world spun around him, his eyes burning. He couldn't just lay down here. He needed to get up, needed to get home. He stumbled to his paws, feeling nauseated and off balance, especially as the world continued to spin and shake. He took several shaky steps forward, croaking out softly, "T... Trev... please... someone..." He didn't even manage to get out a full sentence before there was another quake and split of the earth, and he fell forward, his head colliding once again with the earth. He could taste blood, and immediately he slumped down into the sand, unable to get up again. As blackness began to swallow up his vision, he could only think one thing: I'm gonna lose everyone.

[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]