The Blind Side
01-25-2014, 01:44 AM
| Sin Armada |
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Blood stained figure ran for cover, as even here the winds would guide the ash cloud that threatened them. It fell upon the lands like a choking mist, the beast barely containing the clean air within his lungs. But soon he would have to expel the breath he held and take in a new one. Lungs burned as he moved, forcing him to push faster. He did not want to get caught in the open and choke to his death. It was not the way the crimson beast would leave this world. Soon, narrowed orbs spotted what seemed like adequate shelter. At least, he so hoped. Without waiting a moment longer, Sin would make haste into the hollow of the tree, dragging his body along the ground to fit into the narrow opening. The pressure his lungs exerted was building, forcing him to expel and cough the precious air he held onto so desperately. Ash filled air filled his lungs for a brief moment, causing him to cough more. But once inside the sheltered hollow, the air was thick but at least it contained minimal ash compared to the dense fog of it outside. |
