09-04-2020, 09:31 PM
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There is no name for what they are: they are terrible, and they are hungry. Her eyes refuse to truly focus on them, whatever they are, or maybe they are just moving too fast. She can feel that she was not made for this world; she can feel it in the new ineptitude of her limbs as she turns to flee. But in this dry, open plane there would be nowhere to go, even if she still had the usual command of her body.
Tick, click, tick.
The dark shadows are so close. They move in a mass that hums and vibrates with reverberated energy. They cover the distance with unnatural speed, and as they near, the blur of them divides to encircle her. Collectively, the draw a breath, or say a prayer, and then they fall into the feast.
Her world is suddenly dark, and her ears ring with the insect-like sounds the creatures make. Lithe and bony, they scurry around her, filling in every space until she disappears from view. There is nothing she can do, her meager bucks do not dislodge them. When her teeth rip one off her shoulder, another fills its place. They burrow and sing, and gorge themselves, reveling in their good luck.
The bone-white mare tries to rear, lifting her weight and theirs onto her haunches, but it only serves to unbalance her. She falls, crushing several below her, but the rest seem to cackle with delight.
Later is would make her angry: the way she lay there. Later, she would punish herself for the way she had given up. But now, as she lies in her blood, with the clicking and the licking, she knows that it is finished.
But, it isn't.
The one thing she never expected happens. She doesn't comprehend the gamble he takes, that it is an almost selfless act that brings her back. But she feels herself being pulled away, and it doesn't feel like death.
The pain changes, a dull bone-weary ache instead of the blinding agony, and the air; it smells like home. Her mouth and eyes open, and she draws the ocean-breeze into her burning lungs.
He is over her, breathing life into her, and she is glad to see his face.
There is no time to thank him, to curse him, or ask for explanations. Once she shows signs of life he is gone, leaning over someone else. Shaken and flayed, she lies there, her senses cautiously returning. She is numb. But as she rolls onto her side, her eyes involuntarily find him, and she can no put a name to the emotion burning below her broken ribs.
</p><p class="c3l_quote">I'm not a girl, I'm a storm with skin</p></div></center>
There is no name for what they are: they are terrible, and they are hungry. Her eyes refuse to truly focus on them, whatever they are, or maybe they are just moving too fast. She can feel that she was not made for this world; she can feel it in the new ineptitude of her limbs as she turns to flee. But in this dry, open plane there would be nowhere to go, even if she still had the usual command of her body.
Tick, click, tick.
The dark shadows are so close. They move in a mass that hums and vibrates with reverberated energy. They cover the distance with unnatural speed, and as they near, the blur of them divides to encircle her. Collectively, the draw a breath, or say a prayer, and then they fall into the feast.
Her world is suddenly dark, and her ears ring with the insect-like sounds the creatures make. Lithe and bony, they scurry around her, filling in every space until she disappears from view. There is nothing she can do, her meager bucks do not dislodge them. When her teeth rip one off her shoulder, another fills its place. They burrow and sing, and gorge themselves, reveling in their good luck.
The bone-white mare tries to rear, lifting her weight and theirs onto her haunches, but it only serves to unbalance her. She falls, crushing several below her, but the rest seem to cackle with delight.
Later is would make her angry: the way she lay there. Later, she would punish herself for the way she had given up. But now, as she lies in her blood, with the clicking and the licking, she knows that it is finished.
But, it isn't.
The one thing she never expected happens. She doesn't comprehend the gamble he takes, that it is an almost selfless act that brings her back. But she feels herself being pulled away, and it doesn't feel like death.
The pain changes, a dull bone-weary ache instead of the blinding agony, and the air; it smells like home. Her mouth and eyes open, and she draws the ocean-breeze into her burning lungs.
He is over her, breathing life into her, and she is glad to see his face.
There is no time to thank him, to curse him, or ask for explanations. Once she shows signs of life he is gone, leaning over someone else. Shaken and flayed, she lies there, her senses cautiously returning. She is numb. But as she rolls onto her side, her eyes involuntarily find him, and she can no put a name to the emotion burning below her broken ribs.
</p><p class="c3l_quote">I'm not a girl, I'm a storm with skin</p></div></center>
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