The crackles roared in his ears. Quasar shut his eyelids tightly and boxed his own ear with a paw. But the crackling rose, higher and higher, until each note blended into a single-tone, whirling, high-pitched whistle. Pain beat behind his eyes, two hammers nailing in agony out of sync with each other. And out of sync with his loud heartbeat.
“Leave me alone,” he growled, muffled by the snow. The whistle shrieked in his ears, and he boxed his head again, trying to get it to stop. Why was it acting up now? He couldn’t understand, and the frustration ate him alive. Last time the lightning ate at him, he’d been close to freezing and needed the power to save his incompetent ass, but there wasn’t anyone to fight here… Except for this idiot.
Quasar ripped his head free, and the whistle vanished. Lightning zipped between the fluff on his ears, crackling and popping. His frustration bubbled higher and higher, directionless, seeking nothing but out.
The emotional energy faded out, but with the clarity of mind came clarity of thought, and he realized a split second too late what he’d inadvertently done. He reached forward, chasing the electricity as it surged out at Dovah. But he wasn’t faster than lightning. It wasn’t possible. But he tried, oh how he tried, how he desperately wished!
“DOVAH!”
[sup]can't let the hands of time[/sup] [sub]enslave us.[/sub] that's not how i'll go!
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