Heron Lake Plateau fuzzy feelin’ and i miss you. why can nothing stay the same? [P2]

BWP PHASE 2
TW: animal death
Violent shaking disrupts a quiet morning in the plateau. Water slowly leaks out of the confines of the lake, trees fall left and right. The inhabitants are frightened and make a run for it.
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His place amongst this family was still uncertain. Once he was called ‘lover’, ‘husband’, ‘father’. Those titles were stripped away as soon as he left. It’s an unfortunate truth. Of course he wished to regain that standing in his dysfunctional family, but showing up again just wouldn’t be enough. He’d have to earn his name once more.

But how? What Issun had was crushed into a thousand pieces, scattered along the wind. It would take a lifetime to pick up those pieces and tape them back together. And in the end, the product would not be as it used to. But by god he would try. For the sake of his son.

The warriors soft murmurs and pondering were the only things that broke the morning’s silent. His movement is slow, he was practically dragging himself at this rate. It’s what happens when one is so lost in thought.

But something disrupted that dedicated concentration. A tremor. It was subtle at first. Issun ignored it, dismissing it as delusion. But the vibration soon turned into a shake, a violent one at that. Falling trees could be heard in the distance. The lake’s water poured out onto the earth. It was the stuff of nightmares.

Issun could barely react to all of this. The shaking combined with the moist dirt caused him to loose his footing. He could only lift his head and watch a few smaller mammals flee for their lives.

It had ended as soon as it began, leaving a messy scene behind. Issun lifted himself just enough so that his stomach was hovering over the earth. Where was his family during all this? Were they safe?

The warrior lifted his head to send out a call, but it was cut short. Something heavy slammed into the back of his neck, an indescribable pain soon followed. Again he was left with no time to think. Adrenaline courses through his veins. The only thing on his mind was to fight.

Issun rolled into the water, making sure to crush his attacker. It was forced to release its grip and Issun had already shot up and placed heavy paws on its jugular. The sick sound of drowning was muted by instinct. He had to kill whatever this thing was.

It wasn’t a struggle after a few moments of twisting and turning. The beast, a badger he would soon realize, had submitted to death. Issun stood over it, breathing heavily.