We All Must Rise

Horror. Horror answered him. Ears fly backwards as the eyes that had danced before him seemed to close in on him, they overwhelmed his sight, yellow everywhere, blinking and tormenting the striped stallion. He once thought he feared nothing, but here he was, crippling at the sight of amber, tossing around his head as if he could just throw out the eyes that ate through him. He could feel it deep within him, his magic, a light that always flickered, became dimmer and dimmer until the entire flame had been snuffed out, stolen, gone. His jaw clenched, eyes pinch closed as he let out a growl, he couldn't have possibly expected this to be apart of his fate. More anger rose within the Gaint, He pawed the rocky, misty ground with his large golden hooves, swinging his head around as he searched for the yellow eyed attackers, "WHERE ARE YOU" He screamed out, a faucet of anger to which he had no ability to turn off. The pain of his magic being ripped from him was completely veiled by the red hot fury that replaced the flame of his magic, outrage burning through his veins. What had he done that deserved such agony, such an entrance to a place he was merely hoping he could make something out of himself again. Misael always searched for purpose, but was there purpose in a world as sick and evil as the rift? It wasn't over. His rage had blinded him and his twisted, snarled face melted away to deep confusion. He didn't even know about the hurt and pain that would come to find him but he felt it now within his soul, tearing away the threads that kept him sane. Lazarus was gone. The cat had never left his side since the moment they bonded but here in mists and fogs, the black lion was ripped from him and Misael watched as Laz disappeared into the shadows. Misael reached out for him but there was nothing there, the thoughts they shared had silenced, gone as if he was never even there. Misael took off, thundering through the place he had no knowledge of, the only thing he knew was Laz. The lion couldn't leave him, Misael told himself that he wasn't gone, he would return, he has too. The lion had been there so many fucking times and saved Misael from the only thing that Misael truly feared; himself. The cat was his rock, his everything, he helped Misael in so many ways that the thought of him truly being gone shook Misael to his core. He loved Lazarus and Misael had loved no other ever before. This just couldn't be true, he shook his head praying he would wake up, a dream this all had to be. The agony within his bones told him of the reality he simply didn't want to face, he would not be waking up. This was no dream and Misael stopped running, utterly shocked, the anger that once encompassed him had given away to sorrow and he had no idea what to do now. How could he be expected to go on without his best friend, how could he do anything? Nothing could be the same without him. His breaths filled the air, sweat rolled down his thick muscular pillars and his hair had become tangled with vinery. An enemy had been made and the only thing Misael knew now was vengeance. He would learn about this place, this sick, terrible rift, he will find Laz and he will not stop until the cat is back beside him. The yellow eyes had stolen something that was irreplaceable and his soul ached to have the hole filled. Fuck the magic, he needed Lazarus. OCC: mis gonna lose his mind someone come save him Misael