12-21-2015, 12:19 AM
After a time, Sandrise bored of his attention, hopping from his lap. And he stood once more, stepping forwards as the air current in the room reversed. It called his attention to the door. Suddenly open as nobody stepped inside. He hurried to it and shut it. He sighed, partially in relief, partially in confusion. Why did the opening of that door leave him so panicked? Why had he felt the need to rush to it and close it so briskly? He knew not, but it comforted him now as he heard the pop of a soft electronic lock. The wooden furnishing only a comfortable ruse on the inside, to an otherwise electronically controlled metal house, single room only. He heard Sandrise hiss loudly, and turned quickly; a form stood there. But too quickly his vision fled from him.
He awoke, fires burned, his chest hurt, like small fires burned within him as he coughed wildly. Each cough made it worse rather than better, and he heard a shallow, panicked, growling meow nearby, looking up, his eyes burned. He could see little in the smoke but began crawling anyways, not for the door, but for the calls of his apparent pet. She cried in pain in a low call, and he pushed the debris from her broken body. A word of comfort escaped his lips as he held her and pushed himself forwards, back for the door. He could feel crushed ribs, his own, and hers. But even that soon faded to numbness. His own mind threatening to fade in the smoke. He thumped one hand against the door, it did not move. Another thump, a bloodied cough. He pulled off a plate of wood covered metal from the wall, his arms going numb with lack of precious gasses for his lungs to take. He put all his strength to his fingers. And just dropped his weight sideways. To make sure he did not hurt Sandrise.
The physical release didn't seem to work at first, his last hope fading instantly with his last sight of his surroundings. And then a loud noise, a slight rush of breathable gasses. It gave him that little drive he needed. An arm and both legs working wildly to force himself out of the room where he lay nearly dying. Five feet out, his vision faded, eyes coated in soot like every other part of his body keeping them pasted shut, he stopped moving. Neither dead nor dying, but in no good condition nonetheless. His robe now blasted black with soot and ash, he lay there moving little other than uneasy breathing.
He awoke, fires burned, his chest hurt, like small fires burned within him as he coughed wildly. Each cough made it worse rather than better, and he heard a shallow, panicked, growling meow nearby, looking up, his eyes burned. He could see little in the smoke but began crawling anyways, not for the door, but for the calls of his apparent pet. She cried in pain in a low call, and he pushed the debris from her broken body. A word of comfort escaped his lips as he held her and pushed himself forwards, back for the door. He could feel crushed ribs, his own, and hers. But even that soon faded to numbness. His own mind threatening to fade in the smoke. He thumped one hand against the door, it did not move. Another thump, a bloodied cough. He pulled off a plate of wood covered metal from the wall, his arms going numb with lack of precious gasses for his lungs to take. He put all his strength to his fingers. And just dropped his weight sideways. To make sure he did not hurt Sandrise.
The physical release didn't seem to work at first, his last hope fading instantly with his last sight of his surroundings. And then a loud noise, a slight rush of breathable gasses. It gave him that little drive he needed. An arm and both legs working wildly to force himself out of the room where he lay nearly dying. Five feet out, his vision faded, eyes coated in soot like every other part of his body keeping them pasted shut, he stopped moving. Neither dead nor dying, but in no good condition nonetheless. His robe now blasted black with soot and ash, he lay there moving little other than uneasy breathing.