Val (make_it_new) wrote in bearandbarnacle, @ 2008-10-04 16:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | arrival, iagothread, jackthread, valpost, valthread, xelthread, zelgadisthread |
Val: Other: Arrival
FWUMP
ought to be the approximate sound made by a small body (say, four-or-five-years-sized) falling from a fair height and faceplanting semiconsciously into the soil.
In this case, it's more like
CRASH
*squeal*
crackle
snap!
thud
because there is a large rose trellis in the way.
He's still for a moment after he hits the ground, shocked -- not so much by the impact as by the presence of any ground to hit -- then he begins thrashing wildly. The winged boy claws his way half-upright. Golden eyes glimmer out at the world from behind a veil of dark feathers, a tangle of briars.
Not quite aware of what has happened, only knowing that what was supposed to be destroyed is still there, still obstinately existent, the last Ancient Dragon has arrived in Margate.
He stays tremblingly quiet for a few long seconds, staring through the ruined shrubbery at the grey and drizzling sky, then continues to fight the thorns caught in his black-feathered wings.