Tar Covered Angel Wings

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The sludge was thick, sticky and surprisingly heavy. Lyric hadn't expected it to be this heavy! She struggled after falling in to get her head up higher - 'just a little higher' and once she did break the surface she wasn't even completely sure that she broke the surface because there was so much muck sticking to her face. The woman would cough, fighting to see through the ink that plagued her eyes, she could hear the sound of the kitten whimpering just inches away from her face. Although possibly foolish, she had come this far for the sake of saving the tiny life, so she did not hesitate to gather the little animal in her mouth, gentle even while she was struggling to keep breathing.


She had thought that she would have to find a way out herself - and that consisted of flailing her legs in a hopeful attempt to find some sort of ground beneath her feet. But before she could begin to expend what little energy that she had left after the initial shock and struggle, she would hear a voice - a godsend - Alpine!, telling her not to fight against the black muck that was trying very hard to drown both she and this tiny cat. A moment of doubt would cross her mind - if she didn't fight it she would drown! Yet at the same time, this was Alpine - maybe he knew what he was talking about, maybe he would be able to get her out of this mess. And so she would screw her eyes shut and with a slight whimper she decided to trust the brute that had been so sincere with her up until now - and waited for his return.


The moments that he was gone felt like a lifetime to the sinking lupine. The thought 'is he coming back?' crossed her mind at least a hundred times - and that meant that he had been gone for a few minutes didn't it? Lyric tried to move her legs, and found that it was possible, but difficult - and besides that, this muck was too thick for her to be able to swim in. The small mewling creature hung limp in her jaws, probably figuring that it would either die in the jaws of a predator bigger than it was, or the tar that was dragging them both down. 'Don't worry, I've got you.' And it would seem that Alpine had her.


The smack of the wood against the sludge would call her attention, and then Alpine's voice broke through her frenzied thoughts. With quick, whining breaths she would do her best to do what he said. Her paws - she needed to get her paws over the log. Trembling muscles would push - push! toward the surface, but for every yank she gave her legs it seemed like the muck was dragging her down twice as hard. Blinking enough times to hopefully clear her eyes, she would finish what she had come this far for - stretching her neck far enough to place the little desert cat onto the branch, securing its life before her own.


And then she sunk...


But with her mouth free, she would grab at the thickest part of the branch beneath the tar. Hopefully Alpine would pull her out despite her not being visible above the surface.


ooc: lmao, yeah they've gotta keep this cat ahahaha