|They knew that their world was in trouble the moment the giant mystical beast had chosen their land, and had plucked it from the earth where it had stood for all their known history. They had tried their very best to prepare themselves, to set themselves for the coming catastrophe that they had seen happen to so many other lands that had been around them before.
Now, now it was their turn, and they braced for coming apocalypse.
Then, with a mighty storming of winds, the giant creature blew out an epic breath, and they held on for dear life, desperately trying to resist the cyclonic forces that would rip them from their world.
Miraculously, most of them managed to do so, this time. Most of them, that is, but one, and with a heart-wrenching shriek and cry of despair, the little fluff lost her strength of limb and will, and was blown clean off the face of the land, to be carried off to whatever end was to be her fate, and they never saw her again.