05-14-2020, 03:27 AM
It was not unusual for Alaric to make the decision to go on a moonlit stroll through the forest. With everything that had happened recently, he had dedicated himself to the practice even more diligently. He'd lost his temper on Caustic, and while the wolf was yet another of his tribemates that he viewed as his equal instead of a friend, Alaric had discovered that anger wasn't a planet feeling. That night he had realized that time spent alone under the moon's silent gaze helped him keep that kind of thing in check.
On this particular night, the moon and the stars were not the only thing that decided to light up the sky. A shooting star streaked across the sky, and with it came a roar that suggested that it was perhaps closer than one might consider comfortable. He watched it fly by with curiosity furrowing his brow. Where was it going to land? Supposing that curiosity was going to kill him one of these days, he rose to his feet and began for the treeline of the clearing he had been relaxing in.
And then the tremors began. He'd made it a number of paces into the forest when the earth began shaking with a violent fervor. The tabby stumbled backwards momentarily but quickly regained his balance. Calls from the town began ringing out—Leroy's voice, shouting for everyone to make it to the town square. They'd be safe there. Heeding the call, Alaric made for the town square in a dash.
That was, until, a tree collapsed just in front of him. The moment seemed to play out in slow motion; one moment he was sprinting towards the town, and in the next, a tree, probably long dead and rotten and disturbed by the tremors was falling, falling, falling, and within seconds a shooting pain exploded from just above Alaric's left eye. Every nerve in his face lit up, and for a few moments he recoiled in pain, letting out a loud wail in the process. "Fuck!" Alaric howled, blood beginning to spill from an open wound on his forehead and down the left side of his face. Tears pooled in his blue hues, but not out of sadness. His gaze, which had been trained on the ground, moved upwards to look at the assailant. One of its many thick branches had struck him.
With a paw he wiped away the blood that was accumulating near his left eye. But now that it was gone, he could realize the full extent of his injuries: he could no longer see out of his left eye. Panic, an unfamiliar feeling for the tabby, was beginning to set in. That was his sight. He needed it. Damnit, why did this happen to him of all people? Fuck. Just as soon as the panic had come, it dissipated, and now acceptance wormed its way into his mind. Aurum had one eye, too... maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he thought. Maybe.
Taking a moment to collect himself in the midst of an earthquake, Alaric would rise back to his paws and begin his rapid trek back to the town square, although his gait was noticeably slower than it had been previously.
He arrived in the town square within minutes, the blood that he had wiped away replacing itself due to the sheer amount of blood vessels located in the face. The figures of those gathered in the square revealed themselves to his remaining eye as he approached. He ignored them for the most part, instead drawn to Isaac who was preparing to treat the injured. "Let me help," he spoke flatly in his best attempt to ignore the pain. He doubted that his eyesight was going to come back—why not at least put his knowledge to use if that was going to be the case?
On this particular night, the moon and the stars were not the only thing that decided to light up the sky. A shooting star streaked across the sky, and with it came a roar that suggested that it was perhaps closer than one might consider comfortable. He watched it fly by with curiosity furrowing his brow. Where was it going to land? Supposing that curiosity was going to kill him one of these days, he rose to his feet and began for the treeline of the clearing he had been relaxing in.
And then the tremors began. He'd made it a number of paces into the forest when the earth began shaking with a violent fervor. The tabby stumbled backwards momentarily but quickly regained his balance. Calls from the town began ringing out—Leroy's voice, shouting for everyone to make it to the town square. They'd be safe there. Heeding the call, Alaric made for the town square in a dash.
That was, until, a tree collapsed just in front of him. The moment seemed to play out in slow motion; one moment he was sprinting towards the town, and in the next, a tree, probably long dead and rotten and disturbed by the tremors was falling, falling, falling, and within seconds a shooting pain exploded from just above Alaric's left eye. Every nerve in his face lit up, and for a few moments he recoiled in pain, letting out a loud wail in the process. "Fuck!" Alaric howled, blood beginning to spill from an open wound on his forehead and down the left side of his face. Tears pooled in his blue hues, but not out of sadness. His gaze, which had been trained on the ground, moved upwards to look at the assailant. One of its many thick branches had struck him.
With a paw he wiped away the blood that was accumulating near his left eye. But now that it was gone, he could realize the full extent of his injuries: he could no longer see out of his left eye. Panic, an unfamiliar feeling for the tabby, was beginning to set in. That was his sight. He needed it. Damnit, why did this happen to him of all people? Fuck. Just as soon as the panic had come, it dissipated, and now acceptance wormed its way into his mind. Aurum had one eye, too... maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he thought. Maybe.
Taking a moment to collect himself in the midst of an earthquake, Alaric would rise back to his paws and begin his rapid trek back to the town square, although his gait was noticeably slower than it had been previously.
He arrived in the town square within minutes, the blood that he had wiped away replacing itself due to the sheer amount of blood vessels located in the face. The figures of those gathered in the square revealed themselves to his remaining eye as he approached. He ignored them for the most part, instead drawn to Isaac who was preparing to treat the injured. "Let me help," he spoke flatly in his best attempt to ignore the pain. He doubted that his eyesight was going to come back—why not at least put his knowledge to use if that was going to be the case?
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