Dawnlark Plains a cry for help
All Welcome  October 11, 2019, 09:35 AM
Demeter
Lone Wolves

Fear has a stranglehold on her—coughs escape her lips in repetition. A choked sob follows moments later. It’s been days—too many to count—since the large explosion nearby left the skies a permanent, stormy grey.

Ever since the siblings felt the tremors, they have been on the run, but Demeter fears she has nowhere left to go. Before her are towering mountains that quake, rocks crashing to earth whenever the shakes grow too strong. Demeter halts in the Plains, out of breath, panting and trying to breathe and getting mouthfuls of foul ash.
October 11, 2019, 09:43 AM
Memnoch
Wild Fauna

        as much as memnoch had seen the fitness of the great explosive plume, he strangely did not want to die beneath it. a prophet perished in fire only when he had come to the end of his teachings, and the little vulpine had just begun.
        and so memnoch, like all beasts of the field, fled the sulking lick of molten rock and took to more comforting climes. head down, he could cover ground without breathing so much of the wretched air, but presently too stood panting amid the poison.
        a ruddy creature, not quite wolf — memnoch prickled at the abomination, but stalked toward the figure, small hackles abristle. "get ye gone!" he roared, "lest the righteous fires char ye to ash!"