This Is The End

The screaming, wailing sound of the wind as it blew through the cuts in the spires was almost deafening at points. It seemed as though the deeper Beat walked into the strange city of towers, the louder the wailing became. It was terrifying in a sense, but what did he have to lose?

A voice calls out, questioning him and Beat looks to the the side, a small, earthen wolf coming into view. The black and white brute moves towards the youngster. Maybe they could figure this out together. "Now that you mention it, it does feel different. If these things pushed up from the ground, shouldn't the dirt closest to them be the softest?"

After scraping dirt away with his own paws, Beat's purple and teal eyes moved to glance at the boy. "My name is Beat," he said in old, scratchy tones. "The sound on the wind, it keeps getting louder. Have you noticed?"