05-12-2020, 07:00 PM
Margery had seen many of these earth tremblings in her long history of continuous reincarnation. It still drove deep shocks into her soul when she felt the ground shake once more.
Like many, she witnessed the light of the meteorite ripping across the sky, as her half-flopped ears pressing back against her skull in distress. Margery did not have a home in Tanglewood, not yet at least. It had been a good few weeks since she and her siblings appeared at the border, but Margery did not have a place that she called her own. This might have been what saved her, for she watched painfully as an empty house next to her groan and collapse to it's foundations. She knew nobody lived there, but now the danger was making itself clear. What were meant as humble abodes were now killing machines, destroying all the beating hearts inside.
The Welsh collie darted to and fro, attempting her own version of herding stragglers. Somewhere far beyond she heard Leroy's booming voice, but words could only do so much. The icy fear of the unknown could get people to freeze up and bring their death all the more sooner. Or their terror could manifest in pure insanity. Running away did not always result in safety, especially when it was done haphazardly.
Margery sought to protect those lives. She was preoccupied with ousting the occupants of a house not too far away from Bloodhound's searching. The house undertook the same groaning sounds as the one she saw fall down earlier. She was the last one inside, but she thought she heard a noise. She turned around for one moment back to the doorway when the walls gave out and she was buried under the rubble with a pained yelp.
/she can be powerplayed to get her out of the rubble. she suffers from a fractured spine and blunt head force trauma and is likely unconscious
Like many, she witnessed the light of the meteorite ripping across the sky, as her half-flopped ears pressing back against her skull in distress. Margery did not have a home in Tanglewood, not yet at least. It had been a good few weeks since she and her siblings appeared at the border, but Margery did not have a place that she called her own. This might have been what saved her, for she watched painfully as an empty house next to her groan and collapse to it's foundations. She knew nobody lived there, but now the danger was making itself clear. What were meant as humble abodes were now killing machines, destroying all the beating hearts inside.
The Welsh collie darted to and fro, attempting her own version of herding stragglers. Somewhere far beyond she heard Leroy's booming voice, but words could only do so much. The icy fear of the unknown could get people to freeze up and bring their death all the more sooner. Or their terror could manifest in pure insanity. Running away did not always result in safety, especially when it was done haphazardly.
Margery sought to protect those lives. She was preoccupied with ousting the occupants of a house not too far away from Bloodhound's searching. The house undertook the same groaning sounds as the one she saw fall down earlier. She was the last one inside, but she thought she heard a noise. She turned around for one moment back to the doorway when the walls gave out and she was buried under the rubble with a pained yelp.
/she can be powerplayed to get her out of the rubble. she suffers from a fractured spine and blunt head force trauma and is likely unconscious