say it isn't true, say it isn't true
The statue felt nothing but pain and fear, his limbs felt like they had been swimming for miles and everywhere he looked he could see the faces of his loved ones getting pulled under the currents... Finally exhausted to the point he could no longer keep his eyes open. He slipped under the waters, thinking this was it was the last thought he had before he lost consciousness. Everything faded away, and what he believed was deaths cold embrace crept over him.
His ocean green eyes flicked open as he sad up, gasping for air and spitting up water. Coughs and gags left him shaking as he slinked quickly away from the cold ocean. His body shaking from the icy cold breeze. His eyes stayed on the ocean, he didn't remember coming to the sea and yet here he was. Had no one else survived? Sea salt and smoke scented his pelt, and while he knew it wasn't all a bad dream, he hoped in some way anyone would have made it out alive. As he rose to his paws, he noticed a heavy feeling on his limbs that were previously licked raw by flames, they were covered in stone - Like the structures he and his family lived in once upon a time. He gave a soft sigh after shaking his legs, it was stuck to them. He'd have to figure that out later, for now, he needed safety. He drug his body towards the woods, only to have the smell of a pack waft into his nares. Safety. Something he needed, perhaps he could even start over here. His head hung back, and a sluggish call rang out into the air for anyone inside.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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can we start anew, can we start anew?
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