The Times They Are A-Changin'

Pain. That is all Terra is aware of. It is unrelenting, sharp, throbbing, stabbing waves of pure agony that wash over her. The world is gone, Lotus and the appearance of Manea going unnoticed by the earthen-hued girl as she softly pants in the grass. Everything fades in and out, sounds coming in distorted bursts that make no sense to her addled brain. Taking too deep a breath sends her consciousness skittering away as darkness tries to grip the edges of her mind.

However, she cannot let go. Not yet. there is something that she to do… someone that she needs to make sure is okay. Thoughts are like diamond dust, slipping through her paws as the pain slams another unforgiving lance into her brain. Short, wheezing pants reach her ears as the world slowly resolves and part of her realizes that it her that is wheezing. Thoughts sharpen, take shape and she clings to them.

Softly wheezes out, “Lo… Lotus?” Eyes blink open (when had they closed?) as she searches the blurry forms, trying desperately to find the slate blue wolf that brings her comfort. Chest hitches as a rib cries out in protest but she stubbornly refuses to allow the agony to drag here back under. Not yet. Not until she knows. Blinking her unfocused, emerald gaze, she desperately asks, “Lotus… okay?”

The memory of him crying out in pain is seared into mind and she needs to make sure that he will be okay while she sleeps. Something jostles her and her broken bones send sharp, bright, and unforgiving pain spearing into her brain. That is when reality shatters and everything flees as Terra drops mercifully into the gentle darkness of unconsciousness.


-exit Terra via passing out-


"Terra Qilaq"