And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying, 'Come and see.' and I saw.
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around
One of the four beasts saying, 'Come and see.' and I saw.
They were hardly a force to strike fear in the hearts of the wicked. Before the fast-approaching storm crows, they were as pebbles before a crashing wave.
None of them was likely to make it out of this unscathed. Perhaps at all.
Ah, well.
Never in his life had he enjoyed the luxury of the easy path.
The red stallion cast a meaningful glance at Calliope, at the eagerness with which she faced their likely end. Did fear stoke the fires of her heart as it stirred his? Did these strangers at his sides stand firm out of bravery or ignorance of the horrors awaiting them? When the first of the monsters reach them, would it even matter?
Another unearthly roar shook the violent sky, this time wholly unlike the thunder it challenged. Across the lake, made monstrous by the near-constant strobe of lightning illuminating her body, Ruth came hard on the thunderbirds' heels, jagged teeth already stained by the blood of one unfortunate adversary and carapace scored with tokens of her own good work. In his mind, she was naught but a red haze, voiceless and untouchable. He wondered, too late now to reconsider, if it had been a mistake to call her down from the mountains, but no doubt they would all die without her anyway.
"Fuck it," he said, his tone jarringly flippant. "May we live long and die out."
A thunderbird gathered itself into a dive.
None of them was likely to make it out of this unscathed. Perhaps at all.
Ah, well.
Never in his life had he enjoyed the luxury of the easy path.
The red stallion cast a meaningful glance at Calliope, at the eagerness with which she faced their likely end. Did fear stoke the fires of her heart as it stirred his? Did these strangers at his sides stand firm out of bravery or ignorance of the horrors awaiting them? When the first of the monsters reach them, would it even matter?
Another unearthly roar shook the violent sky, this time wholly unlike the thunder it challenged. Across the lake, made monstrous by the near-constant strobe of lightning illuminating her body, Ruth came hard on the thunderbirds' heels, jagged teeth already stained by the blood of one unfortunate adversary and carapace scored with tokens of her own good work. In his mind, she was naught but a red haze, voiceless and untouchable. He wondered, too late now to reconsider, if it had been a mistake to call her down from the mountains, but no doubt they would all die without her anyway.
"Fuck it," he said, his tone jarringly flippant. "May we live long and die out."
A thunderbird gathered itself into a dive.
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and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around
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