There had been very few times in his life that Tilney had been this scared for his life. Before he knew it a hopeless tear trickled from the black bays in his eyes. "...help" the flaxen brute sobbed, barely above a whisper. Like a young bird on a wire he stood, cloven clefts clenched in anticipation for the end. Was this how he was to meet his maker? A fall from the only floor of the earth he knew. What lay below? Could it be a cold slab of rock waiting to break his every bone with gravity's jailing might, throwing him from his collapsed tightrope above.  Tilney knew very well that the worst pain of this ordeal was the mental tearing and stabbing he was already subject to; Waiting for his high-wire to give, Waiting for his last breath, Waiting for his un-lived life to draw to a close.

What was he to do in his final moments though? He would not ask of the gods to save him, he felt much to worthless for that. Instead he whispered and rambled a prayer of thanks; Thanks for the life he had lived as short as it would be. His whispers and murmurs continued for what felt like hours until a voice other then his own echoed around the crevasse. The voice was much more youthful then his, also more feminine.  Hello!? It had called. ARE YOU A-LIVE?
Waking from his trance-like state of prayer and panic, Tilney flicked his nares upwards to find two amber eyes looking back at him. Before he could speak, a cry of relief escaped his lungs. 

"Yes! I am alive" Tilney finally called to the little saviour. Today was not his dying day perhaps. The little voice chimed again thought this time it was not directed to the bronze brute, but what Tilney could only guess were strangers outside. Full of new hope Tilney clung to the perch, hoping desperately that he would not be abandoned and left hopeless again, sentenced to die. Cause of death; Time... or lack of it. 
It really was only a matter of time until the crumbling rock beneath him gave out.

The beating of hooves came like music to the flaxen's ears. Here came help. It was only a moment or two that passed before a vine was thrown towards him, and the wingbeats of an ivory pegasus drowned most of his hearing. Still utterly terrified Tilney reached with his teeth to grab the root, listening to his other winged saviour as he briefed him. "... I’m going to try from down here and push you up. So you’re going to need to help me out, okay?”. All Tilney could do was nod ever so slightly, readying his tired body for what he was expecting to be a brutal, exhausting climb. The bronze lad couldn't care less on where the porcelain pegasus took his place; if pushing him upwards from a slightly regrettable place was what it took to get him out, Tilney was more then fine. As the winged man began to lift him, Tilney began to pull his weight through his teeth on the vine, his hooves scrambling up the rock face. Managing to flick a hoof up, onto the ledge Tilney pulled himself from the crevasse with an almighty heave. As soon as he was onto the ledge, Tilney shot forwards out of the cave and into the surrounding glade. Pale legs still shaking, tears still falling, he fell to the earth in an overwhelmed mess. "Thankyou!" was his first gasping cry, verdant gaze threading over his rescuers. An older stone-coloured man had hoisted him with the vine, the splashed golden-eyed filly had been the one to call for help, and the ivory angel had been the one to lift him to meet the ledge. A weedy, wiry dog played at the cold-coloured unicorns feet; a companion Tilney assumed. An unlikely team they were but together they had saved him. Cut and bruised was the bronze, but he had escaped with his life and that was beyond something he could ask for or ever repay.