Redhawk Caldera Break my bones just to heal your pain

Not even a step.


Not a single step had Finley taken before it happened.

It was the strangest sensation of her life, and it had frozen her dead in her tracks, with one forepaw hovering, shaking, just two inches from the ground.  The grass beneath it tickled her pads and yet it was absolutely nothing.  There was no grass.  There was no ground.  There was no anything... Just.... That feeling.  That strange, uncomfortable... wonderful.. feeling.

Fin was still for a full minute before the sensation ended, and then even longer still as she took her time considering it.  What had it meant?  How strange it had been?  What should she do?  How... how did she bring it back?  And oh god, what did it mean... And oh god... Oh god oh god oh god if she could just bring it back.  Just once more.  The Blackthorn shut her eyes tightly as the tears began to stream down her cheeks.  There were no question, not really.  She knew what it meant.  She knew there was no strangeness to it.  But most of all, she knew exactly how to bring it back.

Fin spun in her tracks, her eyes set upon the Caldera upon the horizon.  The shattered pieces of her heart had been so very determined to run away from it - to run for her life in fact.  But suddenly... There was no life anywhere else.  As she began to run, it was actually towards her life that she went, finally.  Finally.



When she arrived, the sun had finally began to crest the horizon to color the land with its smooth, misty rays.  Finley didn't even for a second wonder where to find Elwood this time - instead, she cantered along the stream that led to home with confidence beaming from every step.  She found him just the way she'd expected she would - standing broken and defeated upon the shore.  It was terrible to see him that way, but she barely even noticed as she approached him breathlessly, whispering an excited "Twig..." before she pressed herself eagerly (and maybe a little rudely) against him.  Without a word she lifted her arm to lay against him, urging his head downward upon her side and holding him tightly.  Silently, she waited - her muzzle tucked against the other side of his neck as her tears slipped down into his fur.