PYXIS
A GENTLE SOUL
Fire. It had to be fire.
Pyxis had wandered, the small thing he was, only a year old, out of sight of many adults, and had found himself in the forest. It was a place of solace for an orphan like himself. Today had been like any other day, though he knew the fires were far from himself, he had smelled them, had sought a safe place. ...or thought he had.
Now the small boy was whinnying for his life, fleeing where fires ate up the grasses and trunks of trees behind him, where several fell and shattered. His eyes burned and his head was held low, scales dusted with soot as he coughed, his body heaving and his limbs attempting to keep him down.
"H-HELP!" He wasn't even sure if he could be heard over the snaps and crackling of the fires eating at the land, the way it devoured everything so. He wished or his father Orion, he wished for his father Rigel. One was buried, one was gone, and tears stung his eyes, clearing them of ash that got in them, and he felt the burning embers that touched his legs, sending him squealing forward several steps again, faster.
He would grow tired rapidly, and he knew it.
Pyxis had wandered, the small thing he was, only a year old, out of sight of many adults, and had found himself in the forest. It was a place of solace for an orphan like himself. Today had been like any other day, though he knew the fires were far from himself, he had smelled them, had sought a safe place. ...or thought he had.
Now the small boy was whinnying for his life, fleeing where fires ate up the grasses and trunks of trees behind him, where several fell and shattered. His eyes burned and his head was held low, scales dusted with soot as he coughed, his body heaving and his limbs attempting to keep him down.
"H-HELP!" He wasn't even sure if he could be heard over the snaps and crackling of the fires eating at the land, the way it devoured everything so. He wished or his father Orion, he wished for his father Rigel. One was buried, one was gone, and tears stung his eyes, clearing them of ash that got in them, and he felt the burning embers that touched his legs, sending him squealing forward several steps again, faster.
He would grow tired rapidly, and he knew it.
@ any! || please save him he's so tiny and caught in the fires. kept it short
