05-04-2018, 11:26 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]First, there was the screaming. There was something so haunting about it that it chilled Suiteheart to the very core of her being. It was equal parts sad and angry, the bitter screech of a soul trapped in anguish. Her heart went out to the pained creature; she -
She froze. Time stood still for a few moments as her brain processed the sound, and the conclusion it created was something that mentally and physically pained her. It was... That scream was from Bastillepaw. Her jaw clenched. She had never heard something so heart wrenching in all her days.
Despite the apocalyptic scene playing out in the Observatory's backyard, Suiteheart was no longer rooted. She was racing off in search of the Bengal. Worry was plastered on her alabaster features, and she prayed she reached him in time. The ground wobbled and seemed to sway, but she headed toward his room nevertheless.
When she reached the door, she had to shout over the cataclysmic thunder. "Bastille!" No answer. There was nothing that reached her besides his screams. Panic beat strongly in her chest while the lights flickered on and off. She waited approximately two seconds before she charged the door just enough to open it.
Dark eyes widened as she witnessed the flames and that sinister obsidian glow. "Bast...?" she rumbled, desperation in her voice. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to do. His screams continued, never faltering.
The large creature stepped forward, braving the fire and black glow. She stopped inches away from him before outstretching a paw to hopefully bring him forward for an embrace. For the life of her, she didn't know what to do but try to hold and console him.
She froze. Time stood still for a few moments as her brain processed the sound, and the conclusion it created was something that mentally and physically pained her. It was... That scream was from Bastillepaw. Her jaw clenched. She had never heard something so heart wrenching in all her days.
Despite the apocalyptic scene playing out in the Observatory's backyard, Suiteheart was no longer rooted. She was racing off in search of the Bengal. Worry was plastered on her alabaster features, and she prayed she reached him in time. The ground wobbled and seemed to sway, but she headed toward his room nevertheless.
When she reached the door, she had to shout over the cataclysmic thunder. "Bastille!" No answer. There was nothing that reached her besides his screams. Panic beat strongly in her chest while the lights flickered on and off. She waited approximately two seconds before she charged the door just enough to open it.
Dark eyes widened as she witnessed the flames and that sinister obsidian glow. "Bast...?" she rumbled, desperation in her voice. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to do. His screams continued, never faltering.
The large creature stepped forward, braving the fire and black glow. She stopped inches away from him before outstretching a paw to hopefully bring him forward for an embrace. For the life of her, she didn't know what to do but try to hold and console him.
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE