★ Grass Fire

The galaxy marked boy lay on his stomach against the slightly cooler grass, eyes squinting against the thick smoke. Tears steam freely from his eyes as the acrid air causes them hurt and burn his lungs at the same time. A cough racks his frame as a form resolves in front of him, an ethereal spectator in this dark and dismal place. Normally bright eyes turn up to the larger male, Kore’s blue gaze now red and bloodshot from the constant irritants in the air.

They clap him on the shoulder and their presence helps to ground Kore’s sluggish, but still racing, mind. With the stranger’s help, the boy colored with the cosmos stands, nodding to their suggestion when another voice chimes in. Head snaps around to find the kind wolf he had fought (Bellamy if his brain is still working) joining them. While the idea of marking the ground is a good suggestion, it would take too much time, forcing them to pause in might be crucial seconds.

Giving his head a shake in the negative, Kore says in a raspy voice, “Take too long. You grab hold of my tail. And you, grab hold of his!” Turning to offer his tail to the unknown male, he then gestures for Bellamy to quickly grab ahold of the stranger’s while saying, “We put the worst of the heat to our tails and run! No matter what, don’t lose your hold!” A sudden coughing jag steals the rest of the air from his lungs and the boy feels the area growing hotter by the second.

No matter what course of action the small group choses, they need to get moving quickly.


"Kore Regni"