Mercy
Medea felt her stomach twist as she heard her name echo on the air, her gaze swinging wildly in search of her brother. She spotted a figure in the distance; she picked up her pace, aching legs feeling like lead but she moved as fast as they'd allowed. Pegasus collapsed, practically at her paws and Medea nearly joined him on the ground, feeling relief at discovering her brother alive, a little rough maybe but alive. "Peg!" She pushed her face into his shoulder, the feeling of guilt, of loss, washing over her. So many emotions she'd nursed since her brother's disappearance, mad stronger after she herself had left. "Are you alright?" She had so many questions for her brother. But they'd have to wait, another voice, muffled but desperate reached her. Ears perking Medea lifted her head, trying to pinpoint where the cry for help had come from. She glanced at her brother, wondering if he would be capable of getting up. She certainly didn't want to leave him by himself, not like this, especially if there was a chance another slide could start up. But she wasn't about to abandon anyone who needed her help. "Stay here." She told her brother, spurring her stiff limbs once more into action. She tried to find the spot the voice had come from, her claws scaping at mud and snow and ice. Then she stopped. "I'm coming to help you! Where are you?" She yelled, listening intently. |
| Art by Atillur |