Feel the Thunder [Urgent meeting]

"Talk" Walk

He had been on his way eastward, heading for Abaven to see if his best friend wanted to hang out. He had left early in the night so that he could make it to Abaven by morning. Only he never quite made it. Halfway there, the volcano had erupted, sending fire and ash and debris into the sky and raining upon the earth. Ignis' eyes grew wide, and within moments he had turned around and fled back home. His instincts screamed at him to get away, and as he desperately sought to get out of the path of destruction, chunks of earth collided with the ground around him. It was only with his flying companions help that he had been able to make it home safely during his blind fear and panic. As soon as he reached the borders of the pines he sent out warning calls, waking up those who weren't already awake, but he didn't stop there. He went straight to the ship, doing the same thing until they were all awake before he stopped at the bow of the ship and looked towards the east.

He was covered in ash, his coat a strange color of muted grays and blacks mingled with the crimson of his natural coat. An ear twitched when he heard his uncle, stating the volcano had erupted. "Abaven is right next to that, what're we gonna do?" He murmured, gaze never leaving the orange glow and plumes of smoke and fire. His uncle stated there was nothing they could do for them right now...and he was worried about Corvus. Abaven had just faced a fire not too long ago, and now they were faced with more destruction. He was lucky, he supposed...that he hadn't quite made it to Abaven territories. He would have likely gotten caught up in it, and part of him wondered what would have happened had Ruina still been alive. He shuddered to think about it before turning to wait for the pack to arrive.