He remembered running. He remembered running.
Running.
A flash of light.
A smack of skin on skin, bone on bone.
A crash of thunder.
Feathers.
Feathers everywhere.
He remembered blood.
--
It was a still morning, cold and bitter and blue. Nizho blinked the haze from his steely eyes. A gummous numbness rolled up his arms from the calloused tips of his fingers. He did not feel anything in his body, and the frost threatened to grab hold of him. Gentle, white puffs of condensed breath were the only evidence that within his chest his strong heart kept beating.
Asavvi?
He blinked again, faster. Images flashed around in his mind and he inhaled with a sudden urgency. The sound hissed through his teeth and he opened his mouth, letting her name burst into the open glade.
"ASAVVI!"
Panic fluttered in his chest.
Mordecai. Castor. Vastra.
He spun, shoulders raised up with tensed muscles beneath the stress of realization.
He was alone, and he did not know where.
Nizho
The eyes are on fire
You are the unforecasted storm
Running.
A flash of light.
A smack of skin on skin, bone on bone.
A crash of thunder.
Feathers.
Feathers everywhere.
He remembered blood.
--
It was a still morning, cold and bitter and blue. Nizho blinked the haze from his steely eyes. A gummous numbness rolled up his arms from the calloused tips of his fingers. He did not feel anything in his body, and the frost threatened to grab hold of him. Gentle, white puffs of condensed breath were the only evidence that within his chest his strong heart kept beating.
Asavvi?
He blinked again, faster. Images flashed around in his mind and he inhaled with a sudden urgency. The sound hissed through his teeth and he opened his mouth, letting her name burst into the open glade.
"ASAVVI!"
Panic fluttered in his chest.
Mordecai. Castor. Vastra.
He spun, shoulders raised up with tensed muscles beneath the stress of realization.
He was alone, and he did not know where.
The eyes are on fire
You are the unforecasted storm
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