"I am the one thing in life I can control. I am inimitable , I am an original ."
Regis stood frozen just outside the citadel, stiffer than the ice that coated the Rapax River. His dual-colored eyes were wider and unblinking as he looked on at the sight displayed on the horizon – smoke, or so that was what it appeared to be, billowed from somewhere far in the distance. It filtered into the sky and expanded an immeasurable length, stretching further and further and even further still like it might consume the very world itself. The yearling was petrified, and try as he might to make sense of what was happening, he just couldn’t.
Even Milo, always so steadfast and willing to stand between his bonded and danger, seemed uncertain as he stood pressed up against Regis’ foreleg. If Regis weren’t so taken by the fear that the world might be ending, he might’ve picked up on the fact that Milo was trembling even more violently than Regis himself was.
It was when the burning of tears in his eyes became prevalent that the Prince finally drew another breath, his chest heaving from lack of it. Fearful that the darkness would swoop in and take them the moment he looked away, Regis took a step backward closer to the citadel, his knees nearly buckling on occasion.
***STAFF EDIT
@Regishas rolled a 3! She has been awarded +40 signos
IF YOU STAND FOR NOTHING, WHAT WILL YOU FALL FOR?
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