alteratio

*Kyarst* · 01-22-2014, 07:48 PM

He had been a good boy. He had made himself leave Atlas at the Sound and head home when he'd been told to. He had followed directions to the t (which was saying something given his personality), and his life was about to dramatically change anyway. Kyarst was only a hundred yards away from the safety of the den when the ash cloud flooded Glaciem with a thick, heavy, black powder. His lungs abhorred the substance immediately, but it was no use. The child coughed, once.. twice, then consistently. With every breath he had to take in to sustain his life he only clouded is lungs more. He began to wheeze, not fully expelling the powder, but not drawing in any more of it either. Eyes widened with fear as he felt his oxygen intake declining - his body weakening and his lungs screaming for clear, fine air. His legs buckled beneath him as he fought the air around him thick with powder and dust. He would let out an exasperated cry, but hardly any sound would escape him for he had very little air to push it out of his lungs. Diaphragm worked overtime to merely keep him alive. He couldn't stand much more of this. There was another exasperated cry, one akin to the sound he would have made had he been drowning. In a sense he was. Dry drowning. As the cry left his lips his bodice crumpled to the earth, sides heaving in and out at rapid pace, striving - clawing for air. The world around him spun and blurred, growing darker by the second as the last strains of consciousness left his tiny blackened frame.

He never knew what hit him.

ooc; Kyarst is now unconscious, permission given for Six to move him to a safer place (preferably his den).

?speak,?

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