[P] The third angel sounded his trumpet
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"... and a great star, blazing like a torch, fell from the sky ..."

All Skoll could think of was the Book of Revelations as the mansion shook with a terrible sound, a blast of air shattering the windows. The red star had fallen over the horizon, he learned later -- after he'd spent time trying to calm those in the mansion, his voice booming over the murmurs and shouts. He'd sent as many as he could outside, worried that the entire structure might collapse as the highest floors had, weakened as they were from the past disasters that had struck the pack. He wondered if this was punishment from God or if it truly was the end of days -- and found himself praying harder than he ever had before.

The damage to the Kingdom was apparent, and the Seneschal catelogged as much as he could, running tirelessly through the toppled forest and tracking horses and prey. He hunted when he could, but that was very little; most of the frightened animals had fled, and the most he found was waterlogged carrion near the shore.

And the shore...

The tsunami waves destroyed the coast, aptly named, but some stroke of madness had led Skoll to wander across the rocky ground, looking desperately for food. His heart raced and his limbs shook as he jumped from rock to rock, as the surf crashed in around him and tugged at his belly fur. He all but gasped for air as he wandered, his ears and tail tucked and teeth bared in an expression of fear that was unprecedented.

He was only glad he was alone; if anyone looked to the warrior now for a savior, they would only see a terribly lost man.

Skoll sprinted down the beach, past the caverns and glass where he'd proposed to his mate, and listened to the sea rage on. His tongue lolled and he stumbled again, but kept his footing. He needed to find food, needed to see the extent of the damage and flooding, needed --

There was a spot of brown ahead, a deep dark shade almost red, and his mouth went dry.

Claws scraped stone, and another great tidal wave crashed around him, spraying him with salt and drenching his coat. The gold wolfdog staggered toward the shape, a whine of desperation escaping his parted jaws, and when the sea roared again he shouted: Lottie! Lottie!

The sea roared, the earth shook, and Skoll fell into the sea.

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They were not in a good place. That much was very readily apparent to the King from a mere cursory glance of any area of his Kingdom. It was not a pretty sight as the sea lashed out at them and ate at their land without a second thought. His mind flashed back to when they had lost Charlotte and the sea had raged, the sky falling around them then. This seemed far worse than that ever had.


Who were they going to lose? It was a bitter thought that ran through his head as he traveled and helped where could. Lunenburg he avoided most of all, since the dilapidated buildings were all mostly falling down around anyway, the docks completely obliterated. There was no point trying to salvage what was there anyway. As long as those who had lived there were safe for now, then the King was content. Well, content enough.


What took Silvano to the collapsing coast, he did not know, but he went anyway. Maybe to see the sea swell and the cliffs crumble. It was humbling and terrifying all at the same time.


A sound on the wind, over the rush of the water, caught his attention. His head swiveled instantly toward it and the King took off, ignoring the sensation of loose stones at his feet and the dangerous nearness of the cliff. He saw the golden prince running forward, shouting the name of someone who was dead and gone.


"Skoll!" he screamed out as the dog disappeared over the edge of the rocks and tumbled down. Silvano slid to the edge, falling to his hands and knees. He stared down, seeing no sign of the golden male. A ragged whine escaped his lips unbidden. A second Haskel to the sea? He refused. He refused to see it.


A loud howl left him as he scrambled toward the nearest slant in the cliff, where he could tread downward, to the shore below that was decidedly swallowed by the sea.


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+00 I'm going to go ahead and reply now :> He's caught between some rocks?

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Someone screamed his name, but the voice was a confusing echo before he plunged and the ocean deafened all.

He lost any sense of orientation at once, the waves retreating and pulling him head-over-heels deeper into the water. At some point his claws scraped on grit and rock and sand, and he struggled for purchase.

For a moment, his head broke the surface of the water. He could hardly draw in breath, and when he did he released it at once with a prayer: Dieu aide moi! Only God's mercy would save him -- though He had not saved his sister, or his mother, or his father. Leaving the Haskel man alive, the last of his name, had been an example of the Lord's cruel irony, and Skoll suffered it as a punishment for his sins.

But he was scared now, and while he sought death in each fight, laughed off his wounds, Skoll did not want to die. Not like this.

The sea rushed in again, and the tidal wave slammed him into a rock. Blood foamed in the water when the water pulled back, but Skoll was caught and struggling against the stone, claws scraping and mouth open in wordless gasping.

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The devastation of the land was almost unfathomable. It was something perhaps from one of Pascal's books, if he kept any of that macabre nature. If she had learned more of the cynical views of Skoll's religion, maybe she would have thought it was a reckoning from the God she was still learning about. It would have frightened her from worship. In which case it was more of a mercy that she did not know of His wrath.

Instead, she was murmuring hasty prayers under her breath, not often fully formed sentences but fragments of thoughts, sometimes just a single word of disbelief. Most, though, was the name of her beloved: Skoll.

Since the red star had fallen and the hotel had been evacuated, she had tried her best to be helpful to the pack by caring for the injured where she could. But she always tried to keep Skoll in the corner of her vision. She had never seen him so distressed. No, distressed was not the right word.. But it wasn't coming to her. Frantic? Petrified? Not that she wasn't, but there was something in his eye that twisted her stomach and made her fear. There was a sense of foreboding, and it only grew when he disappeared from her view. After a few hasty excuses, she extracted herself from the crowd, her nose leading the way.

She found herself at the cavern where he had proposed to her. The cave, while not untouched, was at least still intact. But the glass pebbles had scattered or sunk into cracks in the ground. But the shore... swallowed by the sea. It's enormity stole her breath. But Skoll's scent continued on - she couldn't linger.

Not far, she came across rocky land and cliffs framing the higher water. The scent was stronger here --

A shout, a name that was not familiar to her, but the howl clutched her throat like a fist. Wha-- Her head swiveled around, golden eyes scanning the shore, but whipped around at another shout. From Silvano? What is he doing here? Not like it mattered, there was help! But where was Skoll?

She sprinted to the edge of the cliff she was by, searching below where she thought the shout had come from, just in time to see Skoll tumbled by the stormy sea. Skoll! Her own scream caught in her throat, escaping as a desperate whine. Aurelya paced the cliff, searching for a quick and easy way down, but it didn't look steady. The ways she saw looked precarious at best. Yet -- it was Skoll. She remembered his face the night he told her his fear of the sea.

With determined and terrified eyes, she started to make her way down the cliffside, hastily skipping from rock to rock and scaling the sheer walls with trembling limbs. I'm coming, my love, just hold on.

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He did not know what on earth he could do to save the golden man, especially considering that he had no rope, no magic way to reach the man. Not that the King could even see him in the water. The waves crashed incessantly below him as he carefully maneuvered at a decidedly reckless speed along the slippery trail. Stones tumbled wherever his paws skid along the cracks, and more than a few narrow falls were avoided thanks to a lucky grip on a gnarly thick root. The beach was missing, the water being so high and the sea so engorged with whatever monstrosity that fed it.


Silvano heard saw rather than heard the man, for who could hear over the din of the sea? The wet blob was not the iridescent color of the sun, but of a rotting lemon. "Skoll!" screamed the King, seeing pinkish foam around him. Blood, that was all that could have meant. He was wounded but still alive. The sea had not yet claimed the last Haskel from the Court, something the King could have only counted as a sign. Perhaps this one could be spared that same fate.


Silvano looked back up and saw another figured descending the slope. His jaw tightened but he could not warn the woman away from the danger. He had no right to dissuade her from the very same crazy feet he was trying to perform. "Careful," he shouted up at her before returning to the water lapping at the base of the cliff. It swallowed sand and beach and the King was wary of how much of it was gone.


He jumped in, and found that it was nearly to his knees from the storm surge. His jaws ached from how hard he clenched it, but he looked forward, to the figure trapped. With grim determination, he strode forward into the deepening water and fought the waves, hoping to reach the Sun Prince quickly.


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His senses tumbled head over heels with his body, with the waves. One minute he heard the howl and shout and his own frantic breathing and the growl of the ocean—and then he was swept under again, and his hearing was filled with the quiet, ever-present rush of water, something almost peaceful. For a moment, he forgot what he was meant to be afraid of, wondered if it would be so hard to follow Charlotte this way. Stinging eyes took in blurred motion with slow jerks of his head as his paws instinctually churred in the wild water, and he could make out the forms of stone and algae and weed, an alien landscape around him.

Then his head broke water again, and Skoll gasped for air and kicked weakly toward the towering, slowly descending, shape of the King. Beyond that—a dark, fleet form, and his throat choked with fear for her but he couldn’t summon breath or heart to warn her away. Selfishly, he wanted them both here.

He was scared.

The waves pulled him out, but they pushed him back, too—a teasing game of tug-o’-war, but one that brought him closer to Silvano, close enough for the emerald-eyed Sadira to hear his Seneschal’s high-pitched whines between sputtering breaths. His shoulder wept blood, and he rolled again, kicking and fighting, trying to get close enough to be saved...
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