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| Belladonna | Jan 28 2016, 03:59 PM Post #1 |
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Grimly Fiendish
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She was sick. This was a certainty now that she was willing to admit it. Some mortal disease maybe? Did this mean she was mortal now? Sick like the rest of the festering plague upon the One's surface. No not plague...they were just mortal. Her eyes were closed tight against the darkness that had long ago stolen over the desert and turned it's sweltering temperatures to ice. Long silken hair with jagged ends spilled like ink over the sand as the woman lay stern there. She appeared as if she had been thrown into her position when in fact she had merely fallen. The will or want to continue moving had left her for the moment and so she had let it take her. Wings tight against her back, she wore a threadbare tunic that reached to thigh over pale skin that glowed under what light the sliver of moon provided. Haruka felt hot. Damaged. She dug her claws into the sand and buried her hands as if she could meld into the grains of minerals. Part of her mind knew her to not be far from the Trade post but she was unwilling yet to come too close to so many mortals living together. There was also one of Them within that city somewhere. A nest had been set up and their power radiated from that central point out even into the desert. A plague. No...a God...close enough. Rolling to face the sand, she tossed her head violently and sand flew. With a snarl she clambered to her feet, stumbling several times and each causing her to lash out at the earth. The lack of effect was not lost upon her but soon what energy she had fled her bones. Limp, she fell to her knees and closed her eyes again. She did not want to see the stars that glittered and winked at her with coy fervor. She did not want to see the solemn moon half watchfully looking over the world from it's post high above. She did not want to acknowledge the vastness beyond them, containing them, as somewhere out there had been home. Pain ripped through her core as if she had been cut deep and she screamed. A thousand voices screamed in discordant noise. Glass breaking. Metal crying out from being twisted from shape. Agony tore into the air and destroyed the peaceful silence of the desert. Her voice broke and the sound slowly bleed from the world. Bowing her head until it touched the sand, she remained there curled into a fetal position, hugging her torso. She was sick. This she knew. Would she get better..? Could she..? |
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