12-11-2020, 12:07 PM
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As Rift spun to look for a new enemy, bright flashes caught his eyes. Electricity. Mom? Before he could even process the actuality of this situation, the male was leaping forward, wings tucked close as he barreled towards the entrance. Perhaps, just maybe, his mother was okay. Maybe he could save her.
Everyone was too distracted by the onslaught outside to really notice him, and that was what he was aiming for. The male tucked himself into the shadows, hidden from view as several enemies darted past him. Rift held his breath, hoping they wouldn't notice him. He needed but a few moments to slip inside. After all had passed and he felt the route safe, the lion pushed his way through the entrance. Sticking to the shadows, he crept forward. His eyes traced the makeshift prison, anger igniting within their honey depths.
Until his eyes landed on Goldie. Relief flooded him, like a dam being knocked down and finally releasing. The tension in his shoulders did not go, nor did the inherent uncertainty. "M-Mom?"
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As Rift spun to look for a new enemy, bright flashes caught his eyes. Electricity. Mom? Before he could even process the actuality of this situation, the male was leaping forward, wings tucked close as he barreled towards the entrance. Perhaps, just maybe, his mother was okay. Maybe he could save her.
Everyone was too distracted by the onslaught outside to really notice him, and that was what he was aiming for. The male tucked himself into the shadows, hidden from view as several enemies darted past him. Rift held his breath, hoping they wouldn't notice him. He needed but a few moments to slip inside. After all had passed and he felt the route safe, the lion pushed his way through the entrance. Sticking to the shadows, he crept forward. His eyes traced the makeshift prison, anger igniting within their honey depths.
Until his eyes landed on Goldie. Relief flooded him, like a dam being knocked down and finally releasing. The tension in his shoulders did not go, nor did the inherent uncertainty. "M-Mom?"
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