As he follow Umbra into the field, the smell arrives first. Something is burning. Foliage, minerals . . . Flesh. Umbra barks, leaping forward while Pryna holds back, pacing.
If Cobalt follows Umbra, the scene further unfolds. Everything is ablaze; nothing is left untouched from flame. All becomes ash, just as Gentiana said.
Throwing herself before Pink, Slyva is run through by a blade. She goes up in a hail of smoke and fumes. Pink watches in stunned awe, hatred beginning to rise in his chest. You love him; you always have. You have been together for so long!
Thorn— Thorn? Yes, Thorn is carried away by a caring figure, a father or mother, and he reaches out to you. He is confused, pleading for your safety. However, you can hear the clank of metal, the creak of joints. You remember the blade held at your neck at every second, DO NOT MISSTEP, and you fear for Thorn. He does not know. DO NOT MOVE. What do you do? Your beloved balm, Sylva, is gone, and Pink screams in agony, Thorn is crying... YOUR DUTY, FULFILL YOUR DUTY.
And, then, all at once, the chaos pauses. All are held in stasis where you can hear the last exhales of their breath, catching in their throats.
While time is frozen, the two dogs move, uninhibited. Umbra barks repeatedly, leaping between the direction of Thorn or Pink. He wishes to act, to move! . . . But Pryna . . . She remains behind. She paces nervously between Sylva and you. You cannot sense what she desires; it is so difficult to place.
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If Cobalt follows Umbra, the scene further unfolds. Everything is ablaze; nothing is left untouched from flame. All becomes ash, just as Gentiana said.
Throwing herself before Pink, Slyva is run through by a blade. She goes up in a hail of smoke and fumes. Pink watches in stunned awe, hatred beginning to rise in his chest. You love him; you always have. You have been together for so long!
Thorn— Thorn? Yes, Thorn is carried away by a caring figure, a father or mother, and he reaches out to you. He is confused, pleading for your safety. However, you can hear the clank of metal, the creak of joints. You remember the blade held at your neck at every second, DO NOT MISSTEP, and you fear for Thorn. He does not know. DO NOT MOVE. What do you do? Your beloved balm, Sylva, is gone, and Pink screams in agony, Thorn is crying... YOUR DUTY, FULFILL YOUR DUTY.
And, then, all at once, the chaos pauses. All are held in stasis where you can hear the last exhales of their breath, catching in their throats.
While time is frozen, the two dogs move, uninhibited. Umbra barks repeatedly, leaping between the direction of Thorn or Pink. He wishes to act, to move! . . . But Pryna . . . She remains behind. She paces nervously between Sylva and you. You cannot sense what she desires; it is so difficult to place.
Where do you go? What do you wish to do?