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Falling Sky [active/open]
Character(s): Anyone and everyone
Content: The domes are falling!
Setting: Entirety of Paixao
Time: Week 42
Warnings: Probably violence and injury.
Note: This will be multi-thread style. Feel free to toss your characters wherever they may be!
There was a loud bang and suddenly the painted skies of Paixao began to crack. Angels and clouds separated from the mural they had once been apart of and began to fell to the earth, crushing anyone and anything they managed to land on.
They were the first, but they certainly weren't the last.
Content: The domes are falling!
Setting: Entirety of Paixao
Time: Week 42
Warnings: Probably violence and injury.
Note: This will be multi-thread style. Feel free to toss your characters wherever they may be!
There was a loud bang and suddenly the painted skies of Paixao began to crack. Angels and clouds separated from the mural they had once been apart of and began to fell to the earth, crushing anyone and anything they managed to land on.
They were the first, but they certainly weren't the last.
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Frustrated, she began pawing away at the limited space in front of her, grumbling a stuttered, "Come on, come on, come on," as she worked, and then -
"Timon!" There he was. She sagged a little at seeing him, breathing rapidly, but some of her panic for her own life fading. And... had he dug his way to her? Her son? Oh, Timmy... She'll be so proud of him if they both actually get out of this in one piece!
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The limited space made it awkward to move, Timon having notably shown difficultly when he reached out for his mother. “Are you hurt?” he asked the meerkat just beyond his reach. “Can you move?” If only he were a little stronger, could reach a littler further...
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Except...
"Timmy... Timmy maybe..." She cringed. She didn't exactly want to tell him this but... what were exactly the chances of them both getting out of this? He was still just so young! He had to go on. Ma's motherly instincts would go to her grave with her. "Maybe you should go. You can't..." She cringed and trailed off. Luckily for Timon, she was too exhausted and weak to go into a tirade about his life.
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Ma’s voice brought a moment comfort to her son before her words reached his ears. He became still.
“Wha- What?” Timon gasped. “No. No, no, no! What are you- No!” Refusing to believe the reality of their situation, he desperately tried to move the rock in a final plea. “No, not you too.” Timon begged, faced with a decision he was not prepared to make. “Please.” His fingers grazed hers, his voice a mere whisper. “Please.” She had been the only one who had ever believed him. For her to stop then, to lose hope…
A loud rumble interrupted his thoughts while the earth around them began to violently shake. Another piece of the dome had fallen, this time just shy of Timon. It grazed the cement that the meerkat had been trying to lift, shaving it down just enough for him to slip through and to his mother. Immediately, he pulled her into his embrace in one last attempt to save the meerkat from the rubble that fell on top of them.
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Oh no. No! He won’t let his meerkat friend get caught up in this mess. He cried out, as he ran toward the scent, “TIMON!”
When Wolf got to the scene, he noticed the larger rock blocking where his friend’s scent was in the ground. In that moment another piece of the dome fell down, Wolf’s heart leapt in his throat, fearing that Timon might be done in. That fear and anger, already made Wolf’s eyes swirl from blue, to the dangerous shade of yellow. He made out a growl as he leapt in. With his wolf like strength he grabbed the large dome rock with all his might and lifted it off. Then grabbed at the rest of the rubble that buried the ground and pushed to tossing them aside.
Immediately Wolf began to dug toward his friend’s aid, as he desperately called out to his friend, “Timon! TIMON! Answer me! Are you alright?! TIMON!”
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She didn't say anything, just stared at him, silently begging.
She couldn't lose him -
- wait... Was that someone calling his name? Someone that wasn't her?
Could it be...
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He could hear his name called in the distance, one of his aforementioned friends surely. Timon turned from his meal to glance around the opening behind him. “Is that you Simba? Hey, you wouldn’t believe the termite mound I found!”
After a moment of silence in response, Timon began to doubt he had heard anything at all before his name was heard once more. “Simba?” He asked, rising to his feet. “Simba, you there?” Having suddenly lost his appetite, the meerkat began to follow the voice in search of its source. He drew a heavy sigh as he pushed a large leaf out of his path. “You ever heard of a moments rest, kid? Yeesh!”
Had he been playing a game with the cub? Timon could not remember. But now that he thought about it, he could not remember anything past the termite mound he had found. What had he been doing prior? As confusion set in the jungle began to feel a lot less friendly, darkness having swallowed the sunlight that had once peeked in between the trees. His steps began to falter as he tried to piece together his surroundings. The voice he had followed had gotten louder, but Simba had yet to reveal himself. The meerkat felt a lack of ease by it, uncertain whether the cub were playing a joke on him or had been absent all together.
“Hey, how ‘bout sharing some of all that ‘youthful energy’ of yours, huh?” he called in response, his voice notably shaken.
If it had not been Simba calling him, who else could it have been? Pumbaa? One of the monkey brothers? Timon strained his ears to make out the animal, his eyes growing wide when he finally recognized the voice. They were not an inhabitant of the jungle.
“… Wolf?”
Timon blinked – truly opening his eyes for the first time since the tunnel had caved in. Had it been a dream? His grip tightened around his mother while an aching body welcoming him back to reality. Why couldn’t have been grub or a bouquet of roses at the very least? He coughed and gave a moan.
The rubble against his back was lifted away and replaced by the familiar smell of canine. Two meerkats revealed themselves to Wolf under the rock, both certain to breathe a great sigh of relief to know they were saved.
“Wolf!” Timon greeted cheerfully. “Boy, are we glad to see you.” Still holding his mother, the meerkat winced. “Though, you might wanna work on your timing...”
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Giving a slight eye roll about the comment on timing, but noticed his mom and gave a small smile, “Don’t worry, let’s just get to safety for now.” Getting up, he held the meerkats carefully close to him as he quickly started to make his way out from destruction that was literally falling onto the city.
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She settled for half-dozing against their rescuer, a paw on Timon's arm all the while. "I'm so proud of you, Timmy," she murmured, and then she was asleep.
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He placed his paw atop his mothers and looked up at Wolf through a genuine smile. “Thanks. I owe you.”
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