Post by Black Thorns on Sept 3, 2011 0:23:39 GMT -5
Sleep is precious. It's a time when we have no pain, no worries. When we are free. It is also when we are at our most vulnerable...unable to sense the world around us, unable to save ourselves. We could die in a moment without ever needing to know we were even being hurt. He couldn't let that happen to Rasta. She could sleep... but not now. No. She couldn't sleep now, or she may very well fall dead at his feet. Thank god, she was moving! He took a step foward, nudging at her barel. "Rasta, love, you have to stand, you have to get away-" his voice was cut off as the earth bucked beneath him, his legs splaying in an attempt to regain his balance, "-from the tree, it's going to fall soon." Oddly enough, his voice was calm. collected. It was as if he had some sense of control- something he obviously didn't have. He had no control; he couldn't even safely stand on the earth without it moving beneath him. He breathed a sigh of relief as she managed to stand, limping to his side and leaning her head against his shoulder.
”What-what’s going on?” Rasta questioned anxiously, Scathashoun moving to her side to try and help support her weight. Huh. He'd done that quite a lot; it seemed almost habitual now. Support Rasta. Help Rasta. Make Rasta's traveling easier. Strange, wasn't it?
"Some sort of thing with the ground... it's shaking." Hello, captain obvious. "I don't know why. It just...Is. Maybe it'll stop soon." As he said so, the tree he worried about creaked dangerously, swaying. He tensed in anticipation, trying to calculate exactly how far they were from the tree. Luckily enough for him, the oak fell back and away from the pair as the world fell still. His muscles relaxed slowly, careful should another bucking of the ground come. Nothing. He loosened further- still nothing. Rasta seemed to relax against him with the stillness as he did. They were safe, now. Safe, save for if something came again, if something made the earth move once more.
Turning up his head, he felt a small droplet land on his nose. Hardly a moment passed before another fell, a dark spot on his already dark coat. Another. A fourth, a fifth, speeding up as they came. "Rasta, it's raining. We need to get shelter."
His eyes combed the landscape before coming across the cave they had been at previously. Yes, it carried bad reminders, but it was safe. Safe from a storm, and safe from the world's quaking. They needed safety... at least, he needed safety. He needed her to be safe, to be more exact. It was a little odd, yes, but he needed that reassurance that she was safe after all that pain, all of the bad things. Something to reassure him. Something to make it better.
Scathashoun lipped at her mane gently. "Come, love, I see shelter not altogether far..."
--behind the post--
SO EFFING SHORT. SO SO SO SHORT. I HATE IT. 504
Well. We have something to know what we're doing now, at least.
Rain. Shelter. Aftershock. Talking. Luffleness. o.O
”What-what’s going on?” Rasta questioned anxiously, Scathashoun moving to her side to try and help support her weight. Huh. He'd done that quite a lot; it seemed almost habitual now. Support Rasta. Help Rasta. Make Rasta's traveling easier. Strange, wasn't it?
"Some sort of thing with the ground... it's shaking." Hello, captain obvious. "I don't know why. It just...Is. Maybe it'll stop soon." As he said so, the tree he worried about creaked dangerously, swaying. He tensed in anticipation, trying to calculate exactly how far they were from the tree. Luckily enough for him, the oak fell back and away from the pair as the world fell still. His muscles relaxed slowly, careful should another bucking of the ground come. Nothing. He loosened further- still nothing. Rasta seemed to relax against him with the stillness as he did. They were safe, now. Safe, save for if something came again, if something made the earth move once more.
Turning up his head, he felt a small droplet land on his nose. Hardly a moment passed before another fell, a dark spot on his already dark coat. Another. A fourth, a fifth, speeding up as they came. "Rasta, it's raining. We need to get shelter."
His eyes combed the landscape before coming across the cave they had been at previously. Yes, it carried bad reminders, but it was safe. Safe from a storm, and safe from the world's quaking. They needed safety... at least, he needed safety. He needed her to be safe, to be more exact. It was a little odd, yes, but he needed that reassurance that she was safe after all that pain, all of the bad things. Something to reassure him. Something to make it better.
Scathashoun lipped at her mane gently. "Come, love, I see shelter not altogether far..."
--behind the post--
SO EFFING SHORT. SO SO SO SHORT. I HATE IT. 504
Well. We have something to know what we're doing now, at least.
Rain. Shelter. Aftershock. Talking. Luffleness. o.O