The Unraveling - It Burns
Yesterday, 01:28 AM
Everything was happening so fast. Grue didn't seem to hear him when he yelled, focusing on attacking the monster that erupted from the pits of hell. Terror was small, tiny even, and found it difficult to get around the other larger wolves. Every time he caught sight of his brother between the others legs, he seemed further away. They needed to get out of here. It wasn't safe. What was he going to do if he lost his brother? Grue was more than just his brother- he was his twin, they were connected in ways other siblings weren't. He knew that he couldn't live without him, so Terror cared more about getting him away from the fray than taking care of the monster.
In his panic, he felt his ankle roll and he was sent to the ground quickly. It wasn't painful, at least not yet, but getting up proved to be more difficult than it should have been given everything that was going on. Not that he was keeping count, but the amount of times he had to duck and pray that he wouldn't be trampled was astounding. And still, every time he caught sight of his brother he just seemed so far away. Too close to the monster and it's gaping maw. He wanted to yell for him again but everything was too loud- he couldn't even hear himself think.
With what little emotional strength he could find, he forced himself to his paws and tried one more time to reach his brother. Wait, was that Illusion? Having been struck by the fiery tendril of the worm, he suddenly felt torn. He hadn't seen Illusion in months and here she was, getting hurt right before his eyes. He couldn't focus on her though, even if he wanted to, every part of him ached for Grue and himself. Grue was his, and he'd be destroyed if the monster took him from him.
"Grue! Get out of there!" he attempted to yell over the cacophony of monster sounds and attacking wolves as he attempted an approach again, hoping that Grue could hear him this time.
"Speech!"
In his panic, he felt his ankle roll and he was sent to the ground quickly. It wasn't painful, at least not yet, but getting up proved to be more difficult than it should have been given everything that was going on. Not that he was keeping count, but the amount of times he had to duck and pray that he wouldn't be trampled was astounding. And still, every time he caught sight of his brother he just seemed so far away. Too close to the monster and it's gaping maw. He wanted to yell for him again but everything was too loud- he couldn't even hear himself think.
With what little emotional strength he could find, he forced himself to his paws and tried one more time to reach his brother. Wait, was that Illusion? Having been struck by the fiery tendril of the worm, he suddenly felt torn. He hadn't seen Illusion in months and here she was, getting hurt right before his eyes. He couldn't focus on her though, even if he wanted to, every part of him ached for Grue and himself. Grue was his, and he'd be destroyed if the monster took him from him.
"Grue! Get out of there!" he attempted to yell over the cacophony of monster sounds and attacking wolves as he attempted an approach again, hoping that Grue could hear him this time.