Aurora Cole

Art by shichigoro756

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It was hard to breath at first. The hiss of air a  mish mash against his broken ribs as Aurora forced the movement into his lungs. It felt bitter hot and acidic with a soft wash of needles down his throat. His black fox tailed soaked with sweat clinging to his lips against the dust and dried earth. The elven rogue would get a handle of where he was…if he could see anything. Thankfully the web of Katanja’s held despite wherever he was. It would provide a guide back to them.

The darkness and swell of the empty space just as dark as the dismal light within his vision.

At least Ilyea was safe though…” Aurora whispered coarsely to himself and felt his voice echo and bounce off. Though the mage herself didn’t know it, he knew that Katanja could only save one of them with the spirit’s corroding strength with her webs. Of course that Katanja would chose her…he would want her too. He was worried but he knew dimly that Ilyea would find a way to bring him back.

They promised after all.