[ What Do You Have To Say? | Ni'Srilan: The Desert ]
Posted by GLD. STRANDWOLF on March 2, 2009, 8:09 pm
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Windswept terrain; contrasting climates compared to all other regions; sweltering heat; shifting sand dunes. This was the mightiest, most extravagent landscape I had ever come to know. Pity I'd be leaving my blood all along this land I called home. A constant flood of it, or so it felt; maybe I was exaggerating, but then again, I was, at the moment, trying to tread across a barren land where the hills had once been easy for me. And now I had a hairline fracture in one forelimb, a heavily bruised chest, extremely agitated nerves and muscles, and broken ribs. The blood. It came. I was choking on it.
Choking on my own lifestream; how ironic. It was as I barely managed to strain myself to the peak of a small dune that I lost my footing. As I slipped, my broken leg complained with a creak and I hollered out in agony as I fell forwards, my front coming crashing, unobstructed, to the ground. My already broken body could not leave without insult to injury; as I fell, my body turned to the side, and with little dignity, I rolled down the hill. As I did so, the limbs I could no longer feel faliled out, the merciless phenomenon known as gravity not allowing me any breath, any moment of relief. Each time I turned onto my right side, I could only cry out, the broken ribs and leg only accessing deeper portions of my body, or worsening, my exposed flesh becoming infected. My procession of no honour down the hill slowed, and all I could muster through the waterfall of blood from my mouth was another strangled sob. I was making alot of those lately.
I looked like shit, I can tell you this. I felt it. My broken body lay mangled and still under the shade of that sand dune, sobbing. Not crying, not screaming; a dry, hoarse sob of pain as the ingenuity and sickening realism of it all crushed me. Each pulse, each throb, each waver of my sanity. It was all so much to endure, and my honeyed pools could barely remain open as I clenched my jaw firmly. Trying to stop it. My Lightning was a dim buzzing of static around me; the typical surges and elastic snaps of my element were no more. I wondered what Baraqel would do if he could see me now. Althea. Everyone. I shivered with the cruelness of it all.
Cough. More blood. Struggled to breathe; cleared my nose with a tired snuffle. I was, once again in my laying position, drowning in my blood. I let my mouth hang agape, attempting to inhale some air, but I threw up more blood, and winced as the severity of my injuries became more apparent. I was upbraided by the creature who called himself Alcatraz; him and his minions had come upon me like the shadows in the night. They were merciless, had a drive that I could only understand as madness. Only understand if I had been a slave. Thank the gods I would never get the chance to be one.
The sobs receded as my body became numb. The pain was beginning to fade, and as my blood dried, dissipated in the heat of my desert, a faint smile tugged on my half-face. I lay quietly on my side, breathing unsteadily, shakily, but still breathing. I hadn't swallowed for a scary amount of time- and whereas one would usually feel the need to do so, where the spit would try to clear one's throat, I felt no need to. I laid there for what seemed like eternity.
My honeyed pools were beginning to close, but something within me, a form of resistance, rose up, plaguing my mind, urging my survival. I recognized my internal friend, Lightning. I smiled almost in an apologetic manner, shaking my head as well as one could while laying down. No, friend. I'd rather be gone by the time my friends see me. Go to someone else with Lightning. Baraqel. My daughter. You don't need me anymore...
I felt as though a shard of my very soul disappeared, and the last spark of Lightning I would ever know evaporated. For a few more minutes, I lay there, my breath becoming slower, as I became audience to my heartbeat. It was a soothing, kindly rhythm. Occasionally it would skip nervously as I became aware of what was happening, but still my occuli remained half-lidded, my features numb, washed with the red patches of blood. My mouth lay slightly agape, as I gently breathed. I could no longer flick my ears; my senses were nullified to little more than hearing, nary a thought trace dmy mind. Except Baraqel. Althea. My children. Hypatia. Everyone. Those were the only things I found; faces.
And I revelled silently in my mind as my heart failed me.
See you 'round, Vipers.
The light faded from my honeyed brown pools, my gaze fixated upon a distant scape, where I hoped my friends could run freely and lawless as they were, these Vipers of Ni'Srilan.
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