Bramblepoint the one minute

founding thread i. takes place shortly after the meteor hits/landslide occurs on moonspear.

wintersbane is on the outskirts of moonspear when it happens; idly tracking a herd moving thru the grassy flatlands of the altar of twilight. between one breath and the next the world 'round wintersbane is cast in a bright fiery glow; temporarily blinding him. it happens so fast. the bright light, the heat and then wintersbane couldn't say which occurred next. the quaking of the earth upon impact or the horrendous sound of rock smashing into rock followed by the threatening rumble of a resulting landslide. adrenaline pushes through his veins following the rain of flaming meteorite embers. a quick glimpse at the landslide's direction and he knows he's safe from it ( would he not have been he'd have been caught up in it before he even knew what was happening ) but the instinct to preserve his own life chases him into the shallows of bramblepoint.

it is only when he's in safety does the shock and adrenaline begin to ebb that the tundrian realizes he's shaking and there's a sharp, searing pain trailing along the flesh path of his left hind leg. he peers back as best he can to assess the damage: a jagged path splices his flesh from hip to knee joint. he shifts his weight to favor his right side, shifting in the snows and tips his head back and lets out a howl for the survivors. if any came he would lead them elsewhere, to safety. he doesn't hold much hope. he was lucky; he knows even if with the throb of spliced flesh and the devastation seething in the aftermath he feels anything but lucky.