Seriously.
Where was it?
Only a short while ago she'd been huddled up at the base of a tree, wrapped in a warm snuggly sweater. The air was so warm but she desired softness against the entirety of her torso, whereas her legs were covered by the resting skull of a dragon's large maw. Mishayirth was sound asleep with her muzzle tucked beneath Naira's right kneecap. It was a wonderful afternoon. The quaking and shaking tapered off a while back, and the Soul Reaver, formerly a Grim Reaper, though for one flickering moment that the worst was over and life would carry on as it always would.
Boyo, boyo, was she wrong.
As the earth shattered and groaned, trees uprooted and splintered, falling en masse; splinters flinging themselves this way and that. Mishayirth flew awake with a startled scream. Her yowl echoed throughout the woodlands like that of a kicked dog, but fiercer, more bestial.
~ MINE! ~ There was no realization in her vocals - only a reckless terror and confusion over the ordeals that had begun to unwind.
In an almost fluid motion, Naira had wrapped her arms around the dragon's large neck. "Calm yourself, love!" The dragonling's eyes were swirling with cataclysmic yellows and reds. Nothing could quell that turbulent storm that swarmed the confines of within. But if they didn't move soon, they would be crushed by falling trees or rocks. Naira stood, trying to bring the Xuveance dragonette with her. "We gotta find some cover, girl. C'mon!"
It was like pulling a boulder with twigs, but it had to be done. Mishayirth's young mind could not comprehend the natural disaster - this had to be the most frightening experience in her life thus far. Claws were reluctant to pry themselves from now churning soil. And things were falling apart all over the place ...
"C'mon, Mish! Don't make me have to pick you up and carry you!"
~Make it stop!~
And above them, a thirty-foot-tall oak tree swayed and bent over. It buckled under the uneasiness of the terrace. All it took was one especially violent jerk to send it falling downward chaotically ... with the two companions directly in its line of fire.
Where was it?
Only a short while ago she'd been huddled up at the base of a tree, wrapped in a warm snuggly sweater. The air was so warm but she desired softness against the entirety of her torso, whereas her legs were covered by the resting skull of a dragon's large maw. Mishayirth was sound asleep with her muzzle tucked beneath Naira's right kneecap. It was a wonderful afternoon. The quaking and shaking tapered off a while back, and the Soul Reaver, formerly a Grim Reaper, though for one flickering moment that the worst was over and life would carry on as it always would.
Boyo, boyo, was she wrong.
As the earth shattered and groaned, trees uprooted and splintered, falling en masse; splinters flinging themselves this way and that. Mishayirth flew awake with a startled scream. Her yowl echoed throughout the woodlands like that of a kicked dog, but fiercer, more bestial.
~ MINE! ~ There was no realization in her vocals - only a reckless terror and confusion over the ordeals that had begun to unwind.
In an almost fluid motion, Naira had wrapped her arms around the dragon's large neck. "Calm yourself, love!" The dragonling's eyes were swirling with cataclysmic yellows and reds. Nothing could quell that turbulent storm that swarmed the confines of within. But if they didn't move soon, they would be crushed by falling trees or rocks. Naira stood, trying to bring the Xuveance dragonette with her. "We gotta find some cover, girl. C'mon!"
It was like pulling a boulder with twigs, but it had to be done. Mishayirth's young mind could not comprehend the natural disaster - this had to be the most frightening experience in her life thus far. Claws were reluctant to pry themselves from now churning soil. And things were falling apart all over the place ...
"C'mon, Mish! Don't make me have to pick you up and carry you!"
~Make it stop!~
And above them, a thirty-foot-tall oak tree swayed and bent over. It buckled under the uneasiness of the terrace. All it took was one especially violent jerk to send it falling downward chaotically ... with the two companions directly in its line of fire.