...Or just sit back and ignore like nothing never happened...

N/A · 09-23-2015, 10:03 AM

Panic had filled him. Panic of the deepest sort, worry rushing to his very head. Though he had been depressed, yes, and had thought that things might be better off if he were gone, he certainly hadn’t wanted to die! He would struggle against the sand further, feeling it pull him down deeper as he did so. Why, why was this happening?

At least until he heard a voice. A voice of one familiar. Allen would lift his head, gaze darting to the scarred girl. Lillie! What was she doing here? Had she... Had she followed him as he left Abaven? He would freeze, waiting for Lillie as she grabbed a branch. The moment it was thrust near him Allen would grip it with his fangs, ears pinned against his head as he looked up at the girl.

‘I don’t want to die...’

A second figure would appear, coming to help Lillie drag him out. It was familiar, and Allen knew him immediately. Sin. The very man Bass wished to siege. He felt his heart clench. If Bass knew the good deed that the man was trying to do now, would he think differently of him? Would he hesitate to go against him then? No... Probably not.

But then yet another figure would appear. Arian. Allen wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve so much help, and from different sources, but he was glad, so glad that they were there. He would give another whine, a pitiful sounding thing as Arian neared the edge of the quicksand and grabbed hold of his shoulder. “Please be careful... Arian...” Was his gentle response. He had this sense of impending doom, that all of their efforts could be in vain.

But he would feel the ground give as they all pulled, holding on yet, at the same time, he rose out of it slightly. Allen would try to pull upward as well, to get out of the gunk that held him. At least until a fourth voice joined.

It startled the old man so badly that he would jerk back, away from Arian, feeling her teeth leave a shallow wound upon his shoulder. For a moment he’d even release the branch as well, startled eyes looking for the owner of the voice. Who was this?

His heart was pounding at a rapid rate, ears pinned again his skull as he looked at the other man. Trying to shove him out of his mind he’d glance back towards his potential saviors as the ground continued to try and suck him in.

"Hear Me Talk,"
'Read My Thoughts.'

Table by:: Tealah

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