hellstorm
01-23-2014, 11:31 PM
Terror and darkness gripped the young boy, his world going black for what seemed like hours but was only moments. He did not feel the pain of the cut that a metal scrap had done as it fell on his hind leg. He did not feel the blood that trickled down his right hind in the darkness. All he could hear was the pounding of his own heart and the ringing in his ears from the event that had just happened as chaos blew all around them. Bright green eyes adjusted to the darkness, small bits of dark sky peeking through and he was fixed to the ground in terror. Was he alive? Was he dead? He was not sure if he could tell the difference right now, all he knew was the hellstorm that brought him into this predicament. It was then, a voice unfamiliar reached him. A whimper came from his small body as he yelped to the stranger, too scared to speak. And still, he dared not move. He could hear movement outside, eyes searching the darkness for signs that perhaps everything would crush him under its weight. All he could hear was the pounding of blood in his ears, and suddenly the crack of wood followed by the voice of his father. "D-dad?" He'd turn his head in the direction of his father's voice, his body curling within itself as he made a tight circle, careful to not lean or push against any of the boards. And finally, he could see the unmistakable red snout of his father pushing through to him, his voice calling him forth as he felt his father's touch. Finiarel was all too happy to see him, though fear still overrode it. Carefully, he crawled towards his dad, groaning as he pulled his leg from the scrap that threatened to hold him down, still unaware of the injury. He would reach his father's face, licking him graciously as he pressed himself against him, ears laid back. Right hind leg leaving a slight trail of crimson soaked ground behind him, but he was intent on keeping close to his father and getting out of here. "Dad I'm scared!" ?speak,? |