Bow at my feet (EVENT THREAD)
09-13-2014, 07:49 PM
Jumping from the tree next to him, the lightning traveled from his left shoulder down, leaving a twisted, vein-like burn in its wake. Valentine went ridged and then crumpled, falling like a stringless puppet. He fell into a dreamless darkness; a void where time lost meaning and all but the threat of death ceased to exist. Lightning laced the sky overhead, the ever present threat of another strike booming across the terra. Unbeknownst to him, the very wolf whose attention he so desperately sought was giving him exactly what he wanted. She would try to rouse him, jostling and pushing in the hopes of waking him, and he would slowly comply. His eyes opened, but a firm grasp on awareness was beyond him. Little made sense and confusion reined, marring his features with a startled, uncomprehending expression. The boy would attempt to rise, to stand as he had in the last few seconds before darkness claimed him, but all he could muster was a stiff-legged scrabble at the ground. Unsuccessful in his attempt, he rested, suddenly becoming aware of the presence looming over him. Wide-eyed, he'd seek eye contact and his mouth would fall open in an attempt to speak, but no words would come. The lightning emptied of him knowledge, temporarily cutting him off from the very things that made him who he was. He knew who he was, where he was, and who was standing over him, knew it with every inch of his being, and yet, for the life of him, he couldn't give meaning to any of those things. Nothing made sense. "Speaking" Thinking |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.