Oct 12 2018, 03:04 PM
The thunder had drawn him.
Like a moth to a flame, he h--
-ad been immediately washed helplessly back down the tunnel.
...Shango lifted back up halfway down the tunnel of ice, and managed to wing-beat his way with scale-feathered-wings enough into the air to ride out the rest of the icy surge. With a quiet shriek-roar he flapped onward, half-scrambling along the wet ice, half lifting his way over sections with his wings.
He didn't stop to talk to those in the entrance--bar a brief, green-white ghostlight glance, he didn't even acknowledge them, nor slow as he charged past.
Instead he hurtled into Fornax, and--oh that's ocean--
...turned back again immediately, landing among the Gembound at the cave's mouth.
Shango, despite his wings, was incapable of sustained flight. Instead he stared out, along with the others, and hissed--catlike and feral--out at the brother-storm that he could not join. At length he leapt in anyway, and began paddling out into the icy darkness, calling out to the thunder above.
I AM THE STORM