12-29-2017, 02:02 AM
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marisol had been down here for maybe five minutes now and he was already starting to regret deciding to spend his free time here. in all his lifetimes, he had seen his fair share of horrific destruction and cataclysm of once-healthy lands and peoples, but this must be the worst of all. it was honestly making him feel sick.
as he walked the rocky cliffsides on careful, graceful paws, he gazed out at the destroyed world just below him. all the vegetation was dead, now brown and brittle instead of green and bright. the trees were either scorched twigs hardly holding themselves up or laid across the pale, infertile ground like corpses on a retired battlefield. the skies above him were dark grey with gathering clouds. the air smelled of coming rain. he found both of these things made a very ironically accurate representation of the figurative atmosphere lingering about everything; dark and foreboding.
there was no question what had been done to these lands- humanity was a cruel thing. sunny especially would know, as he had been part of it many, many times before and had thereby seen the worst and the best it had to offer. the side of the spectrum this particular instant fell under was pretty damn obvious, he felt.
at some point, mari started to lose himself. his body was growing weaker as a result of his fatigue. originally, he was hoping to just fly here in his crow body, but apparently the world hated him, so that was out of the question. as soon as he'd entered the area, his shape-shifting abilities were shut off. it was like a switch had just suddenly been flipped and he didn't know who flipped it, but whoever it was, he was going to very brutally murder them as soon as he had the chance. his paws hurt like hell because of them, after all. other than that inconvenience, it was cloudy out. the sun was his source of energy. with no sunlight to give him any, he was getting even more tired, and when he was tired, his brain started to drift off into the past. before he knew it, he was lost in his head.
"shulus, what are you doing?" a voice asked. it was low in pitch and very husky, but not in a bad way. his face warmed up a little at the pet name. it wasn't a very typical one, but that was what made it special to him. he was probably the only person in the world with that nickname, and he loved that about it.
"waiting," he replied simply, voice more soft than the other.
"for what?" the voice inquired. he began to feel a presence by his side and, by habit, leaned into its comforting warmth with a soft smile suddenly appearing on his features.
"for my dad. he likes to send me messages through the fireflies," he explained, tone a bit sorrowful all of a sudden. that tended to happen when he talked about his dad; the two of them didn't quite get along unlike most fathers and sons. he felt the marking on his chest burn a bit, but ignored it, passing it off as just a phantom pain.
the owner of the voice noticed the way he grimaced and pressed a bit harder against him. "what does he say?" it questioned.
"well, the fireflies haven't come out yet, have they?" he had replied, tone playfully sharp. the presence bumped into him jokingly in retaliation and he giggled before he set his head on its broad shoulder. "sorry, sorry," he purred.
"yeah, yeah," the voice responded, tone fond.
when sunny snapped back out of it, he was on the very edge of the mountainside, just centimeters away from slipping off the side. he tugged himself back into safe territory and breathed heavily to calm his pounding heart. he reminded himself that there were many good reasons he didn't let his thoughts carry him away. almost dying was one of them. a more pessimistic thought then appeared in his brain but he quickly shook his head to send it off. no, not today.
he kept walking, more focused now on staying in the present. he examined the land below, the sky above, basically every mundane thing he could overanalyze as was possible, and by the time he had run out of things to talk to himself about, he was down in the last remaining healthy valley in the mountains where the grass was (mostly) green and the breeze brought with it the sound of civilization. a relieved sigh fell from marisol's lips and he lifted his head to look around at his surroundings. he took a seat on the soft grass and, soon, his dark amber eyes fell upon someone walking nearby.
after clearing his throat, mari called out in his melodic voice, "hello!" as the wind suddenly started to pick up, he gazed up at the sky again. it was only getting darker and darker as the seconds passed. he just hoped the wind hadn't blown away his words and left them unheard by the people around here. he would really like to get into shelter soon, before the sky unleashed its fury on the earth below. he just hoped if they had heard him they would hurry up and reply. seriously, it was awful out here.
as he walked the rocky cliffsides on careful, graceful paws, he gazed out at the destroyed world just below him. all the vegetation was dead, now brown and brittle instead of green and bright. the trees were either scorched twigs hardly holding themselves up or laid across the pale, infertile ground like corpses on a retired battlefield. the skies above him were dark grey with gathering clouds. the air smelled of coming rain. he found both of these things made a very ironically accurate representation of the figurative atmosphere lingering about everything; dark and foreboding.
there was no question what had been done to these lands- humanity was a cruel thing. sunny especially would know, as he had been part of it many, many times before and had thereby seen the worst and the best it had to offer. the side of the spectrum this particular instant fell under was pretty damn obvious, he felt.
at some point, mari started to lose himself. his body was growing weaker as a result of his fatigue. originally, he was hoping to just fly here in his crow body, but apparently the world hated him, so that was out of the question. as soon as he'd entered the area, his shape-shifting abilities were shut off. it was like a switch had just suddenly been flipped and he didn't know who flipped it, but whoever it was, he was going to very brutally murder them as soon as he had the chance. his paws hurt like hell because of them, after all. other than that inconvenience, it was cloudy out. the sun was his source of energy. with no sunlight to give him any, he was getting even more tired, and when he was tired, his brain started to drift off into the past. before he knew it, he was lost in his head.
"shulus, what are you doing?" a voice asked. it was low in pitch and very husky, but not in a bad way. his face warmed up a little at the pet name. it wasn't a very typical one, but that was what made it special to him. he was probably the only person in the world with that nickname, and he loved that about it.
"waiting," he replied simply, voice more soft than the other.
"for what?" the voice inquired. he began to feel a presence by his side and, by habit, leaned into its comforting warmth with a soft smile suddenly appearing on his features.
"for my dad. he likes to send me messages through the fireflies," he explained, tone a bit sorrowful all of a sudden. that tended to happen when he talked about his dad; the two of them didn't quite get along unlike most fathers and sons. he felt the marking on his chest burn a bit, but ignored it, passing it off as just a phantom pain.
the owner of the voice noticed the way he grimaced and pressed a bit harder against him. "what does he say?" it questioned.
"well, the fireflies haven't come out yet, have they?" he had replied, tone playfully sharp. the presence bumped into him jokingly in retaliation and he giggled before he set his head on its broad shoulder. "sorry, sorry," he purred.
"yeah, yeah," the voice responded, tone fond.
when sunny snapped back out of it, he was on the very edge of the mountainside, just centimeters away from slipping off the side. he tugged himself back into safe territory and breathed heavily to calm his pounding heart. he reminded himself that there were many good reasons he didn't let his thoughts carry him away. almost dying was one of them. a more pessimistic thought then appeared in his brain but he quickly shook his head to send it off. no, not today.
he kept walking, more focused now on staying in the present. he examined the land below, the sky above, basically every mundane thing he could overanalyze as was possible, and by the time he had run out of things to talk to himself about, he was down in the last remaining healthy valley in the mountains where the grass was (mostly) green and the breeze brought with it the sound of civilization. a relieved sigh fell from marisol's lips and he lifted his head to look around at his surroundings. he took a seat on the soft grass and, soon, his dark amber eyes fell upon someone walking nearby.
after clearing his throat, mari called out in his melodic voice, "hello!" as the wind suddenly started to pick up, he gazed up at the sky again. it was only getting darker and darker as the seconds passed. he just hoped the wind hadn't blown away his words and left them unheard by the people around here. he would really like to get into shelter soon, before the sky unleashed its fury on the earth below. he just hoped if they had heard him they would hurry up and reply. seriously, it was awful out here.
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[b][i]i guess we can never be friends *:･ﾟ✧