by eckvanet. » Thu Apr 20, 2017 8:14 am
Hanta growled as he trekked through the snowy forest, mentally cursing Jericho for abandoning him. His tails twitched in irritation, but suddenly stopped at the sound of screaming. He hid behind the closest tree, peeking over the side to scout for enemies. He felt his heart drop and ears fold back at the sight- the crumbling Capitol building. In the distance, he saw a large winged form fall to the ground beneath a silver dragon, smaller forms attacking them on the ground. His eighth tail- he knew due to it's absurd length- curled, a clear warning of an oncoming vision. He held his head as the vision arrived and colors swirled before him.
A dragon dressed in ragged robes clutched a large egg to his chest, fatigue evident on his fearful face. A mangled brown form limped after him, its mouth shouting commands to the dragon ahead. He hesitated before continuing forward as the beaten brown form stopped and turned. Immediately after, flames and oddly-shaped claws leapt at it. The small claws flew free of any paw, embedding themselves in the being's shoulder. Flames licked at its skin, shrieks of pain and fury escaping its lips. It dispersed an odd dust at the attackers, then proceeding to pull out a small shape and igniting it. A blinding blast flashed before the fox's vision as everything melted into white.
Hanta gasped as the vision faded, sudden violent urges flashing in his mind. He chuckled a bit, an involuntary action caused by his mental state, then weaved through the forest, determined to find the dragon to warn him.
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Cloud padded through the halls, stiffening each time an Equalist passed or a corpse passed in his view. He approached the nearest bathroom- yes, it was the ladies' bathroom, but the males was blown to bits- and quickly surveyed the room. two of the doors were locked, but no paws were visible beneath the door. He turned to examine himself in the mirror, fearing a fatal mistake. Purely scarlet orbs stared back at him as his heart calmed at his perfect form. His form was purely black, his tail now changing to a smooth red tendril. The shadows shifted slightly on his body, their illusion only so successful, but enough to get him through. He grinned at the image.
"Perfect," he mumbled victoriously.
((Yo, I leave that open so maybe Akari might be hiding in the bathrooms? Whatever ye choose.))
farewell, cs. selling all my pets for art