there's no going back
when you cross the line
He is still not entirely certain his magic has not somehow caused this. It sits in his chest like a wounded animal, bloated with its own importance, lashing out whenever he tries to control it -- why wouldn’t it decide to somehow create this disaster of burning ash and flowing lava, why wouldn’t it engineer a volcano rising hungrily towards the sky?when you cross the line
It is, as Septimus had told him, complete nonsense -- and yet.
He paces along the bridge with his tail tucked tightly along his haunches, the only sound his lightly-labored breathing and the movement of the chain that dangled along the side of his face, , and he cannot help but still blame himself for everything that had happened and everything that would happen yet. With every step his hooves click against the hardened lava beneath them and his gaze is turned out towards the horizon, where the bridge stretched until he could no longer see it through the fog -- what was lurking out there past the horizon?
He will be brave today.
One step, then two -- and then he takes off into a nervous trot towards the end of the world, his hooves beating a staccato rhythm against the stone.
STAFF EDIT***
@valefor has rolled a 1! He has been awarded +20 signos.
