12-28-2020, 08:46 PM
A breath left him as ashes fell around him, the feeling of cold nipping at him as he laid there uncertain of where he was. His eyes would open slowly as he took in his surroundings but the draconid creature laid in a crater as a soft snort would leave his maw. It took him a moment to realize that he wasn't in the Pitt anymore and within the Elysium, he laid on his side with his breaths leaving him in long heaves. He couldn't remember why he was there in the first place but he could recall a faint memory of Aine, Trygve could feel that familiar flutter within his chest as he gritted his teeth slowly rising to his paws trying to ignore the pain that would go through his entire body. Everything hurt all over but he would spread out his wings slowly determined to go home and he flapped them once before leaping off the edge of the crater where he once laid but... He did not fly, no, instead he fell forward and rolled into the snow hitting sharp jagged rocks before being stopped by a larger rock. He growled in pain "W...What the fuck..." He rose to his legs once more but flinched realizing that the fall had broken a bit of his bones in his back leg, he grimaced but looked over his wing only to see that it had holes in the webbed bits.
Snow began to fall as he stood there, he would glance around trying to figure out which way would lead him to the Pitt. "Aine... Kold... Gael..." He mumbled under his breath, it seemed that he would have to make the journey back home walking and on three legs now... But dammit, he would do it if it meant that he could go home to the people he loved... To the girl who he loved. His body was shivering from the cold as he closed his eyes in that moment, maybe he could summon enough fire to keep himself warm. The draconic jaguar would part his jaws feeling the heat rising to his chest, he would breathe out wincing as smoke would leave his parted maw. No fire. He would have to go quick or he would freeze to death, his ears pressed flat against his skull as he began to make his long trek home with his broken leg being dragged behind him.
Soon, he was out of the mountain and in the warmth of the neutral territories, his body felt heavy but the boy was determined to get home. He knew where to go from these parts, Trygve was going to be home soon and Aine would be there. He would pick up the pace wincing slightly at the pain that stung at his body. He paused when he saw some vines deciding to put them on his broken leg, he wrapped it around his waist so the leg didn't get dragged along but now close to his stomach. It was easier to move now and he would do his best to run on three legs as a few wheezes would leave his maw. He noticed that one of the pyramids were destroyed but he brushed that off as he trudged forward with both tufted ears perked forward, Trygve Roux looked like absolute shit. His wings torn and burnt, new burn scars were on his body, and dry blood caked his cheek, throat, chest, and legs.
His memory was groggy yet he didn't seem to care as he immediately called out "Aine? Gael? Kold?" Were they safe? Who had done this? The boy frowned but he frantically called out for the little vixen "A-Aine?" His voice was tired yet he still limped around trying to find any of them.
Snow began to fall as he stood there, he would glance around trying to figure out which way would lead him to the Pitt. "Aine... Kold... Gael..." He mumbled under his breath, it seemed that he would have to make the journey back home walking and on three legs now... But dammit, he would do it if it meant that he could go home to the people he loved... To the girl who he loved. His body was shivering from the cold as he closed his eyes in that moment, maybe he could summon enough fire to keep himself warm. The draconic jaguar would part his jaws feeling the heat rising to his chest, he would breathe out wincing as smoke would leave his parted maw. No fire. He would have to go quick or he would freeze to death, his ears pressed flat against his skull as he began to make his long trek home with his broken leg being dragged behind him.
Soon, he was out of the mountain and in the warmth of the neutral territories, his body felt heavy but the boy was determined to get home. He knew where to go from these parts, Trygve was going to be home soon and Aine would be there. He would pick up the pace wincing slightly at the pain that stung at his body. He paused when he saw some vines deciding to put them on his broken leg, he wrapped it around his waist so the leg didn't get dragged along but now close to his stomach. It was easier to move now and he would do his best to run on three legs as a few wheezes would leave his maw. He noticed that one of the pyramids were destroyed but he brushed that off as he trudged forward with both tufted ears perked forward, Trygve Roux looked like absolute shit. His wings torn and burnt, new burn scars were on his body, and dry blood caked his cheek, throat, chest, and legs.
His memory was groggy yet he didn't seem to care as he immediately called out "Aine? Gael? Kold?" Were they safe? Who had done this? The boy frowned but he frantically called out for the little vixen "A-Aine?" His voice was tired yet he still limped around trying to find any of them.