Vacant eyes took in Scyllios' desperate mental commands, it was as if all the energy and life was sucked out of him as he stopped trashing and panicking. Sherbet didn't feel connected with his body as his claws barely hooked into the top of a building, dragging his exhausted and shocked body all the way onto the platform. All he could do was numbly watch his crewmate jump onto the water, and barely had a thought about it. Idly, hearing the latest joiner of the Typhoon make a quip, the ice cream cat couldn't summon the energy or want to laugh like he normally would. His green eyes still empty as he looked at the violent waves raging across the territory. His only hope is that no one died, no one was lost.
Sherbet slumped, finally, exhaustion tugging at him as he let out a mournful choked wail for all the carnage the ocean gave them. For all the pounding flashbacks of the Glades' horrific hurricane. For all the scrabbling and screams as others got caught in the waves.
For how they will have to rebuild and hope it feels like home again.
Sherbet slumped, finally, exhaustion tugging at him as he let out a mournful choked wail for all the carnage the ocean gave them. For all the pounding flashbacks of the Glades' horrific hurricane. For all the scrabbling and screams as others got caught in the waves.
For how they will have to rebuild and hope it feels like home again.