Verse ; Zilla Palooza - Tumblr Posts
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Rubble and ash decorated the landscape that spread forward seemingly endlessly, painted in shades of reds, browns, and grays. The horizon was a haze of heat, the waves blooming from the land like the rolling fields of wildflowers that were once a piece of this terrain. It was near impossible to keep a steady gaze, eyes ever scanning the perimeter for any signs of life, or any signs of hope. Mechanical whirring loomed overhead, muffled, crackling chatter emitted from a lone two way radio that lay discarded somewhere amidst the debris and detritus.
Dark eyes darted from pile to pile, searching for some sign of movement. “Shit,” the expletive was harsh, muttering under a sharp breath. There was nothing here but scrap and debris.
Keith ducked low, skirting his way around his make-shift barricade and into the open street. Glancing around he darted behind another large pile of debris and breathed a sigh of slight relief. It didn't look like there was anything following him, for now.
He moved quickly and quietly through the street, knife clutched tight in his hand as he did so, ready at any moment for whatever this new world threw at him. He tapped at the side of his helmet, frowning as his comms crackled to life for a brief moment. No chance of getting any sort of communications out yet...he was too isolated.
The beam streaked through his view in a mere instant, it burned his eyes to look directly at it. Keith ducked lower, following the beam back to it's source. His eyes lock onto the creature that it had come from. The paladin could feel the stare, it made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
"I've gotta get out of here," it was muttered, whispered...rasped. He scrambled to his feet again, darting back the way he'd come to find some source of proper cover. The comms crackled again, his attempts to reach someone falling to radio silence.
"Come on legs," he screamed at himself, moving as quickly as his half-human form would carry him. He was going to need back up if he was going anywhere closer to that creature. Who knows what it was capable of?
I need to find the others...we're gonna need the big guns for this one.
@kingcfmonsters
Rubble and ash decorated the landscape that spread forward seemingly endlessly, painted in shades of reds, browns, and grays. The horizon was a haze of heat, the waves blooming from the land like the rolling fields of wildflowers that were once a piece of this terrain. It was near impossible to keep a steady gaze, eyes ever scanning the perimeter for any signs of life, or any signs of hope. Mechanical whirring loomed overhead, muffled, crackling chatter emitted from a lone two way radio that lay discarded somewhere amidst the debris and detritus.
Dark eyes darted from pile to pile, searching for some sign of movement. “Shit,” the expletive was harsh, muttering under a sharp breath. There was nothing here but scrap and debris.
Keith ducked low, skirting his way around his make-shift barricade and into the open street. Glancing around he darted behind another large pile of debris and breathed a sigh of slight relief. It didn't look like there was anything following him, for now.
He moved quickly and quietly through the street, knife clutched tight in his hand as he did so, ready at any moment for whatever this new world threw at him. He tapped at the side of his helmet, frowning as his comms crackled to life for a brief moment. No chance of getting any sort of communications out yet...he was too isolated.
Going under cut to make the post shorter
Keith's legs burned, his nostrils burned, everything felt as though it were burning as he ran. One foot in front of the other, keep moving, keep running. He glanced back at the vibrations, muttering something under his breath as he pushed himself to run faster.
"Come on Red, come on." The paladin squeezed his eyes shut as he ran, pouring every last bit of energy into calling out to his lion. His heart raced, beating in his chest as war drums.
The mech heard his call, their bond through the quintessence sparking it to life in a call for protecting it's paladin. The red lion roared out, knowing exactly what it was meant to do.
"Shit, shit, shit," the half-Galra cursed, ducking behind and under an overturned bus stop just for a brief moment, trying desperately to steady his breathing.
@kingcfmonsters
Rubble and ash decorated the landscape that spread forward seemingly endlessly, painted in shades of reds, browns, and grays. The horizon was a haze of heat, the waves blooming from the land like the rolling fields of wildflowers that were once a piece of this terrain. It was near impossible to keep a steady gaze, eyes ever scanning the perimeter for any signs of life, or any signs of hope. Mechanical whirring loomed overhead, muffled, crackling chatter emitted from a lone two way radio that lay discarded somewhere amidst the debris and detritus.
Dark eyes darted from pile to pile, searching for some sign of movement. “Shit,” the expletive was harsh, muttering under a sharp breath. There was nothing here but scrap and debris.
Keith ducked low, skirting his way around his make-shift barricade and into the open street. Glancing around he darted behind another large pile of debris and breathed a sigh of slight relief. It didn't look like there was anything following him, for now.
He moved quickly and quietly through the street, knife clutched tight in his hand as he did so, ready at any moment for whatever this new world threw at him. He tapped at the side of his helmet, frowning as his comms crackled to life for a brief moment. No chance of getting any sort of communications out yet...he was too isolated.