#tribrid.

It seems that’s all Hope could hear is the heart beating in his chest, rapid and strong. Her own, steady and weaker in comparison by sound, she’s never listened to the difference. Is his because of fear or was it always like this? She’s not sure anymore, she can’t seem to remember the details before this moment before the world came crashing in around her and the sensation of exploding power building up inside her. Was this always meant to be her destiny?

The sky fades from blood red back to the dreary grey it was before the attack and Hope remains impossibly still. The only thing that hinted she’s still alive is the soft breathing and the heartbeat under her skin. Everything feels alive under her, around her, she can sense every little being in the world it feels like. Just beyond that, leaking from the void of her own emotions comes the crushing weight of everything. She got his pack hurt, some might be dead. She can smell the blood soaking the ground but who does it belong to? Grief, loss, love- it’s all there and it’s all crushing her from every side.