Pulse of the Maggots

[Dawnika Snow]

Dawn’s sense were disgraced by the sore atmosphere of the Ashen Steppes; she looked around. The blackened rock mixed with volcanic rupture and rivers of lava was a sight for sore eyes. The air smelled of soot and horrid ash that staled every breath she took. The taste of the air made her throat dry. There was no doubt about it: She was home.

With a deep breath, she assessed her surroundings; somehow she was able to remember the direction in which her mountain fortress lie. Her wings spread far out and slammed the wind beneath her. Heavy sounding of wings echoed through the small area around the gate where she previously stood. When she was at sufficient altitude, the Vigilante soared toward the horizon eyeing the particular mountain that encased her home. 

She had wondered how long she had been away. How long had it been since she left Rogue alone in her room? Even though she set up the automatic feeder, it probably didn’t hold enough food to keep Rogue filled up. No matter how much she tried not to think about it though, it only made her think of it more.

After a few hours of flying, the Prime had made it to the mountain range that was mostly a speck from before. Finally, all of her memories were starting to return. Her fight with Ghidorah and her death. Having to hunt him down only to end up dying in the end. It really pissed her off.

The stone slab shifted open, letting her into the Ashen Blade’s fortress and solitude. She passed by, idly saying hello to the people inside and heading straight to her room. Rogue greeted her eagerly and happily. The first thing Dawn did was fill her food bowl and the husky wasted no time in jumping in. After that, she sighed heavily and fell back into her soft bed. If she was to count this day to be one of her worst, it would probably hit number 1 on her shit-scale. The best she could do right now was to just lay back and enjoy a break. Like, a few days of a break.