Rhone stands on the beach, his eyes overlooking the waters as he reflects quietly on the relic hunt. The bear made of butterflies will haunt his dreams for quite some time, he is sure of it. But what he will always remember is the way he tried his best, even though it was not quite enough to secure the relic. He had done his best and that was all that mattered. And now, as he stands on the beach, the salty sea air hot in his lungs, he is content.
But that contentment is only temporary. The island begins to move. The trees begin to break, falling towards the earth without any regard to what might be beneath them. It hurts his heart to see the trees that were once so mighty and tall, withering to the ground.
But he does not have a lot of time to reflect on this. Because just as soon as the trees begin to fall, the ground begins to quake and the ocean begins to rush forward. In no time, his hooves are covered with sea water and Rhone knows in his gut that the island is sinking. He wastes no further time, turning quickly and beginning to follow the others off the island and towards the mainland.
He does not stop. He does not look back. He only powers forward, even though his lungs and his legs beg for respite. He knows that if he stops now, he will die. And so, he continues forward, ignoring the way the bridge begins to move. He must get to safety. He must survive.
STAFF EDIT***
@Rhonehas rolled a 1! They have been awarded +2 exp.
