» Visions from a Past World

SPARKS WILL FLY, THEY IGNITE OUR BONES WHEN THEY STRIKE, WE LIGHT UP THE WORLD The loss of the tigress brought the return of chaos to the isles, and the hungry winds and thrashing waves ate Iskra's audible terror. Iskra was already on the shore, watching, but squinted through the rain and the fury of the realm as others struggled in the sea. They were shouting at each other, paired off in groups trying to help, and Iskra stood on the edge with punctuated concern. He was small and young still, but he wanted to help, he couldn't just stand and watch them be swallowed up by the sea. So with a carelessness his mother would be proud of, and a bravery born of his father, he hurtled himself into the waters. He struggled with lashing hooves to keep his head up, but the gills on his back helped him breathe, and the little Leviathan at his side helped guide him. He swam, helpfully or not, towards the one familiar horse - Volterra. "SULTAN!" he cried out, sputtering amongst the sea and salt. "WHAT'S HAPPENING?!" and though his voice trembled with fear, it wasn't cowardice, but rather concern for the tigress, loss of another shred of hope in what seemed a benevolent being in an alien world of danger and cruelty. I S K R A

@Volterra Iskra is low key stalking him I guess ;D