it's in the smoke and pouring fatigue.

angel, wrestle me
crack my sides to let me see

She was instantly by his side as he struggled to stand. Offering her strength though his sheer size and weight was enough to crush her, yet she still offered her aid. He struggled to rise again, unwilling to fall again. If he went down, he would take Taivas down with him. His muscles shook with the effort. It took an agonizingly long time to find his feet again. He let out a long breath as he stood there, legs spread out in order to support his own weight. Okay. He was up. Now what? He looked around, unsure where to go or if he'd even be able to take a step without ending up on the ground again.

He looked to Taivas for guidance. What next? He hadn't the slightest idea where he was. Taivas had to have consciously come here, perhaps she knew where they could find food. His eyes peered out of the vast expanse of sand. It was so cold out there. It was so warm here. "Okay." He breathed. "Where to?" He wasn't sure what they were going to do now, his mind was still too fogged over to think that clearly. Hunger drove him to move, to seek out sustenance despite his exhaustion. He looked down at his feet as he hesitantly lifted his right forepaw. He shook alarmingly as he took his first step forward and he stopped. Then he took another small step, then another as he forced himself to start moving. But he had no destination. He looked over to Taivas, needing her guidance.

"TALK HERE"

that if the end will set me free
or send me down below

Roscarro

image credit to jonathon_brandt at flickr

@Taivas <3