elysteria, talulah, anyone;

[Tiphon]

We danced with monsters through the night There's a crack in the sky. It thunders across the realm and trembles the foothills. The world seems to quake and stir as the sky blackens and rolls. Anger, distress, sorrow. Everything pulses through his veins and poisons his mind. Everything is flashing black then a blinding white. He doesn't know where he is going, only that he is diving hellbound through a dismal abyss. Another crack. Then there's lightning. Then Tiphon. The wild flash curtains the Dale but it falls into an eerie quiet. Moments pass and it's as though the turbulent storm has passed. The world simmers but it's a ticking clock. A thunderous clap resonates. A small tornado of dirt and debris rises and swirls but settles and decimates. A small crater rests at the base of a mountain, away from the common meadow and hills. Inside the gaping hole lies Tiphon wrapped in his huge wings like a cocoon. "No," he whispers to himself as the pain wracks through him, "NO!" His voice is suddenly as loud as the thunder, rivaling the torrent of Mother Nature. The image of Tiberios - his scent - plays against the back of his eyelids. The golden blaze and the sabino markings that were so much like Mariposa. Tiphon's body trembles with rage and agony when he finally finds the strength to stand. His balance sways but his wings unravel helpfully. "Tiberios," his son's name is spoken in such a soft manner as his head droops. "My son..." his heart is shattering, his mind breaking and splitting. Tiphon has never lost his own child. Time may sweep them away temporarily, but never murdered, never eaten. With ragged breaths the angel falls silent as his bright porcelain body dims and sways. Tiphon infection and starlace

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