hellstorm

N/A · 01-25-2014, 07:20 PM

Panic strickened the heart beating wildly in his chest, but he could not let that overwhelm him just yet. His son was in very real - very immediate danger. He could inch himself no further with a two-by-four wedged at an awkward angle between he and Finiarel, so it was up to the boy to make the rest of the distance if he could manage. Maverick would release a whine, encouraging the boy toward the sound of his voice. By some miracle Finiarel managed to close the distance between them, and graciously Maverick would take hold of his scruff. Holding tight he would wriggle his bodice backward, dragging his son after him. The smell of blood was pungent, but there was nothing he could do about that until Finiarel was safely out of the wreckage. When the spotted figure of his son was free of the debris he would lick him furiously over and over, noticing Epiphron's figure out of the corner of his eye. ?Epiphron, tend to him, I'll find the others.? He would lick his son atop the crown of his head once more before reluctantly moving away, hearing the cry of Caeto over the storm - calling out Celeste's name. The older children were still on his mind, but the younger three would be in more danger. A tree was creaking, falling toward the earth in slow motion. Caeto was attempting to push Celeste out of the way. In a blur of russet, Maverick would charge in their direction - his only thought to ensure that the tree would not fall on them. Not that he could have stopped it if he'd wanted to. As he neared he heard the sickening thud of the tree as it met the earth - the cracking and popping of branches as momentum rolled it. He was near enough to it that, as it rolled, a branch would catch him on the right side of his head and send him reeling to the earth. It was as if someone had reached into his brain and shut off the lights. Everything went dark, and a sickening cry left his lips involuntarily. Breath would catch in his throat as he wheezed and collapsed in a rusty heap. Maverick would blink once, twice, thrice - nothing. His sight was gone, and for the first time in his life he was absolutely positively afraid.

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