» every broken promise

P A T R I C K Of course, once the chaos begins it does not stop at a simple three ghosts. Those first ones are violently angry, at least two of them are, it is true but they seem to have specific targets and this makes them a little less frightening. The ones that follow after are driven mad by the length of their time in death and are indiscriminate with their attacks. Kismoa-Kaos has disappeared and the fact is almost an after thought to the adolescent stallion watching from the back of the pack. A female, younger than Patrick but still older than the "littles" he'd been so concerned for, steps into the river and vanishes. This does catch his attention if only for a moment. Then he is back to seeking a way through the crowd, a way he can not find because everyone is scrambling about and despite his nearness to adulthood, practically every actual adult here is bigger than he is. All he can see are butts, butts and more butts. It is way, way too late now for anything he'd tought might help. This is ridiculous... why aren't we all running? Why are those foals still right in the middle of it all? Why hasn't any of the adults done more than just plant themselves in front of the kids and deflect blows? There are times to circle up and times when that ain't gonna do a damn bit of good. Doesn't anyone here have anything even approaching survival instinct? Gah! Heck with this place and heck with them, all of them Najya's kids or no, I am getting the fuck out. With a snort of frustration, he looks back to the colt he'd addressed earlier and finds that the other unicorn doesn't appear to have moved at all. Frowning slightly Pat raises his voice. ""Hey, kid? You ok?"" He gives another nod back towards the mad scramble ahead of them. ""Never mind that. Run, now!"" This appears to be all the help he is interested in giving anyone at this point because he takes his own advice without further pause or consideration. Patrick is no race horse but his strides are long and his legs are strong. He runs flat out until he is forced to slow by a need to climb. When he reaches the top of the ridge he turns to glance back. All I can think of through my entire run is that it is really, really lucky Kolr isn't here. I don't know how I could have protected her or gotten her out alive. Her presence and her presence alone would have stopped me from running though. Possibly a fatal mistake. I hope this doesn't turn out as badly for everyone else as I fear it might, I truly do but there is no help I can give that would actually be helpful. This is apparently what it feels like to stand by and watch an ending that shouldn't be happening and know that you can not stop it, can do nothing to dull the blade. I am quickly finding that I hate this feeling. His pause to observe is only seconds long but by the time he turns back to pick his way onward the ground all around the river and even the ridge it self is shaking. He flails about in a futile attempt to keep his balance. The shaking takes him to his knees and he goes the rest of the way to the ground on his own likely figuring the landing will be softer if he does it himself. He stays there until a break in the shaking is long enough to let him scramble up and dart forward a few more strides. When the tremors become too violent again he goes to ground. In this manner, he might eventually reach a stable patch of ground before it all gives way beneath him. will you help me find myself?

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OOC: He ran up the ridge, mistakenly paused to look behind him, got shaken off his feet but is still struggling onward. So, ESCAPE, maybe... I think?