Falling Sky [active/open]

[paixaomods]

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.

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[scentacrosstime]

Wolf was already desperately searching out his friends in the panic, he crawled over each debris, running as fast as he could. Avoiding what he could that fell from the sky. He barely had a chance to catch his breath before he could smell someone familiar. His eyes widen, as he sniffed again. “Timon…”

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!”

[meerkatmama]

He could do amazing things, her son. He's shown her, in this city, that he's come a long way from the meerkat she let leave home, and a part of her did believe in him - so strongly - that he could do this. He could. But... but there was still that chance... that chance that he wouldn't make it in time and that - no mother could ask their son to die for them.

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...

[cowardly_hero]

Timon shovelled another paw full of termites into his mouth and hummed with delight. These were among his favourite days in the jungle. Good food, good friends, and not a single stinkin’ tunnel or predator within miles. The meerkat could not have been happier.

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...”

[scentacrosstime]

When Wolf finally dug out the debris, his eyes went back to a calmer shade of blue when he caught sight of his meerkat friend and his mom. He breathed out a quick sigh of relief and reached down to pick up Timon and Ma from under the ground. “Oh Timon, I’m so glad you’re alright! I was worried that-Ah, never mind I’m just glad I made it.”

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.

[meerkatmama]

It was help! They were saved! Ma sagged against Timon in relief, exhausted and able to at last stop fighting it so much. All she wanted to do was curl up in her den and sleep, but that wasn't happening.

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.

[cowardly_hero]

They may not have been out of danger yet but Timon could not help but feel as though they somehow had as Wolf carried them out of the city. He did not know where to begin to express how grateful he was for his friend. Wolf was nothing short of a hero. His mother may have seen him in this light but Timon knew who he truly owed it to.

He placed his paw atop his mothers and looked up at Wolf through a genuine smile. “Thanks. I owe you.”

[scentacrosstime]

Wolf carried the meerkats carefully close to him as he made his way out from the falling debris. He was hunched back, rushing as his wolf instinct kicked into the run. Trying his best to find the way out so he can get them safety. Wolf looked down back at his friend and gave him a grin back, “You’re welcome, and let’s just hope you don’t get yourself in trouble like that again in the future.”