Lost Creek Hollow too bad, you're not invited, i'm in charge - byeeee

there are few feats in the world that rival summiting a fierce mountain, save perhaps pissing off of the cliffs of said mountains. after valiantly hiking up what may as well have been mount kilimanjaro for how fat aengus was, sionnach took a breather and drank in the view before whizzing a stream triumphantly off of the face of the world.

and hopefully, right on the face of her brother.

unfortunately, there was no time for celebration before the mountain rumbled and cracked a fuming, noxious cloud. mount kilimanjaro, known to most for its height, was also a volcano -- seemingly awoken by the brave soul that dared crest its mighty summit.

our brave sionnach's life was in peril. perhaps her earnest to dominate a mountain enraged the gods, or perhaps her spunky go-getter attitude was so insolent it kindled fire in the sleeping giant. either way, liffey's favorite child was about to meet her maker unless she thought fast.

the mountain, ringed in fuminous smoke, grumbled as sionnach nimbly leapt from crag to crag. overhead the skies, choked out by the clouds spat from deep within the mount's maw, were fringed a deadly red. slowly, a black ring of wraithlike smoke descended the slope as the mountain coughed and spluttered up voluminous splurts of ash.

half-blind and fighting to keep her breath, sionnach continued her wild descent as the ground crumbled beneath her feet. shafts of shale standing for thousands of centuries began to shake and shatter, tumbling down the mountain like toppled idols. bits of grass eeking out meager existence in the volcanic soil were dislodged from their roots, while pebbles and blackened stones began to tumble downhill in a cacophony of chaos.

fighting to stay ahead of the landslide and the slowly descending cloud of virulent fumes, sionnach leapt blindly from promontory to promontory until she at last hit flat ground. the mountain's billowing clouds followed after her, wrathful and swelling -- settling down at the base of the mountain in billowing gloom. gasping, sionnach's throat constricted, burning with the deleterious air. her eyes were wide and red, tears streaming down her features as she fought to keep breathing despite the choking fumes..

dragging herself across the mountain floor, the girl slumped at the base of a tall rock. her fur was sooty and bedraggled. her body beaten and limp... and behind her, the billowing haze of noxious gas settled like a poisonous nebula, blotting out the lives of all that lived in its range...