[Until today he hasn't used the jetpack. It only gives him a little speed but that is better than nothing. The few precious seconds it gives him he is able to shove one of the Roaka into their house and keep going. He can't out run the fall of rocks.
Kosmo races at his side a massive furry beast easily able to run ahead if he chose to. He sinks his fingers into his fur and they both vanish. They appear five feet further down and do it again. He can't hear himself think over the roar but he doesn't need to. A door opens in a building ahead of him. He dives inside with a murmur of thanks a whips about to reach for anyone rushing by.] Get in here! Hurry!
[Later as the dust is settled, a black blade with glowing purple lines slashes at rocks, moving with the precision of a trained fighter's hand. Or a glass-like knife carves through stone. You might see a pair of armored boots edged in bright red, or the black cornea set with a yellow iris of a blue wolf.]
Hey. Are you hurt? Let me know while I make this hole.
Home is not where Slav is.
[His first thought when he runs into the strange snake like creature winding around in circles is why. The second is to wonder why they never saw any other aliens like Slav. Is he the last of his kind?
Are they all just as obsessed with the possibilities of death and doom if he isn't? On second thought it's better never to voice that thought. Everyone has enough on their mind on a good day.
And Shiro doesn't need that kind of nightmare.
Keith kneels down and stares at it. The creature wanders around but doesn't seem to want to leave. It's timid and pretty high-strung but that's as far as that goes. Whenever anyone finds Keith he's still watching it with a wary eye as he has himself a bit of lunch. He tosses a bit of meat to it and the thing...eats it. Neither really has a desire to befriend the other. They're just hanging out. For now.]
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[Until today he hasn't used the jetpack. It only gives him a little speed but that is better than nothing. The few precious seconds it gives him he is able to shove one of the Roaka into their house and keep going. He can't out run the fall of rocks.
Kosmo races at his side a massive furry beast easily able to run ahead if he chose to. He sinks his fingers into his fur and they both vanish. They appear five feet further down and do it again. He can't hear himself think over the roar but he doesn't need to. A door opens in a building ahead of him. He dives inside with a murmur of thanks a whips about to reach for anyone rushing by.] Get in here! Hurry!
[Later as the dust is settled, a black blade with glowing purple lines slashes at rocks, moving with the precision of a trained fighter's hand. Or a glass-like knife carves through stone. You might see a pair of armored boots edged in bright red, or the black cornea set with a yellow iris of a blue wolf.]
Hey. Are you hurt? Let me know while I make this hole.
Home is not where Slav is.
[His first thought when he runs into the strange snake like creature winding around in circles is why. The second is to wonder why they never saw any other aliens like Slav. Is he the last of his kind?
Are they all just as obsessed with the possibilities of death and doom if he isn't? On second thought it's better never to voice that thought. Everyone has enough on their mind on a good day.
And Shiro doesn't need that kind of nightmare.
Keith kneels down and stares at it. The creature wanders around but doesn't seem to want to leave. It's timid and pretty high-strung but that's as far as that goes. Whenever anyone finds Keith he's still watching it with a wary eye as he has himself a bit of lunch. He tosses a bit of meat to it and the thing...eats it. Neither really has a desire to befriend the other. They're just hanging out. For now.]
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