"Oh, but my tongue is a weapon."
The din rose, higher and higher, until it rang in his ears with the buffeting force of a gale. It was halted by a single shout, loud and demanding, leaving no room for questioning disregard.
”STOP!”
He jerked in surprise, his side bumping gently into Ipomoea. Somnus was only mortal. He was flawed, just as all mortal men and women were… And, as he realized what was happening, so were the Gods. It was blasphemy to think such things, he knew, but as he realized that it was the Gods who had been shouting amongst each other, the patron deities of Dawn, Day, Dusk, and Night, he could not help but think of Tempus like the father he was. A father, who’s patience was tested, again and again and again, until he finally snapped.
The earth rumbled beneath his hooves in violent tremors and the Dawn King watched with mounting alarm and growing dread, as the stone doorway crumbled and left them alone and abandoned. Stuck. Imprisoned.
His gaze sought out Oriens’ statue that loomed above in a rapid movement that caused his neck to crack, but the pain was nonexistent amidst his worry. What is happening? He wanted to ask, but the words wouldn’t come. They were a waste of time as it were. The earth continued to rumble beneath them and could surely be felt throughout the entirety of Novus, and his panic grew. Not for him, but for those who waited obliviously outside, and for those of close circle of family and friends that were here with him.
He looked towards one of Day’s Regime as he addressed Ipomoea, and Somnus’ verdant gaze locked on that of his Regent before he nodded.“You can only try, little brother,” he stated in what he hoped was a soothing way, before following him to the line of trees. The dunalino’s brow was pinched with genuine concern and he let out a calming breath, trying to ground himself. The emotions of the others were running rampant, and Somnus did not want to be among them. He had no magic or special tricks to assist in getting out of their predicament, and he truly doubted that Alba would be able to fly over to warn Ulric or Eulalie. The barn owl remained upon the Dawn King’s spine, clearly irritated with the turn of events.
’As am I, Alba. As am I.’
Leaving Po’s side with a parting brush of his muzzle against the appaloosa’s flank, a touch of brief reassurance, Somnus joined the others by the remains of the stone door. He shoved his way in between the bodies as politely as he could manage, muttering a ‘pardon me’ to any he brushed against, and then attempted to use both physical strength and mental telekinesis to find any sort of weakness within the rubble.
“Careful now. We don’t need anything to come tumbling down and hurt anyone.”
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”STOP!”
He jerked in surprise, his side bumping gently into Ipomoea. Somnus was only mortal. He was flawed, just as all mortal men and women were… And, as he realized what was happening, so were the Gods. It was blasphemy to think such things, he knew, but as he realized that it was the Gods who had been shouting amongst each other, the patron deities of Dawn, Day, Dusk, and Night, he could not help but think of Tempus like the father he was. A father, who’s patience was tested, again and again and again, until he finally snapped.
The earth rumbled beneath his hooves in violent tremors and the Dawn King watched with mounting alarm and growing dread, as the stone doorway crumbled and left them alone and abandoned. Stuck. Imprisoned.
His gaze sought out Oriens’ statue that loomed above in a rapid movement that caused his neck to crack, but the pain was nonexistent amidst his worry. What is happening? He wanted to ask, but the words wouldn’t come. They were a waste of time as it were. The earth continued to rumble beneath them and could surely be felt throughout the entirety of Novus, and his panic grew. Not for him, but for those who waited obliviously outside, and for those of close circle of family and friends that were here with him.
He looked towards one of Day’s Regime as he addressed Ipomoea, and Somnus’ verdant gaze locked on that of his Regent before he nodded.
’As am I, Alba. As am I.’
Leaving Po’s side with a parting brush of his muzzle against the appaloosa’s flank, a touch of brief reassurance, Somnus joined the others by the remains of the stone door. He shoved his way in between the bodies as politely as he could manage, muttering a ‘pardon me’ to any he brushed against, and then attempted to use both physical strength and mental telekinesis to find any sort of weakness within the rubble.
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