C O S I M I A
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No reply. He couldn't. Cosimia tried as hard as he could to speak but no sound came out and he began to panic. The alpha hadn't had a 'sleep fit' for about 8 months, and he thought he had finally outgrown them. Apparently not. As the storm worsened, so did his spasm, and the tornadoes grew larger, gathering snow and small rocks. Purple electricity crackled from his paws, striking random objects and narrowly missing Echo's tail. A rumble of thunder boomed outside, and a blizzard of snow whirled around Cosimia's head. A tsunami of fear washed over him as he thought about what Echo would say and what the pain would be like when he awoke. SLAM! Cosimia's head bashed into the wall. CLICK! His front paw wedged itself between two rocks, twisted, and broke. SMASH! Cosimia was sent flying backwards into a stalagmite. It was chaos, but Echo still had not looked up.
