into the {s t o r m} || xan&andy [day 6]
Aug 17, 2013 9:51:08 GMT -5
Post by semper on Aug 17, 2013 9:51:08 GMT -5
when the north wind moans thro' the blind creek courses
and revels with harsh, hot sand,
i loose the horses, the wild red horses,
i loose the horses, the mad, red horses,
and terror is on the land
I don’t know exactly what happened last night. I tried to comfort her (since words wouldn’t do anything) and that turned into something I really wasn’t expecting. But Yaa didn’t stop me and I didn’t stop myself – everything was so gentle and I was so scared of hurting her but she never whimpered or told me to end it. I’m not even sure why I acted the way I did but I figured it was probably the very strong desire to have company after all those days I spent alone. I’m not going to lie, though: for however long it took I forgot my own worries and anxieties that have plagued me ever since the bloodbath. I can only hope that the same feeling of escape happened to her.
The last thing I remember is cuddling up against her and not even bothering to try to fight off sleep. When I open my eyes everything is blurry and there are flashes of light. For a moment the brief thought that I may be dead crosses my mind and I panic, but after blinking a few times I realize I’m still in this hellhole but I’m not at the tar pit anymore. I scramble to get up in a fit of anxiety, stumbling over my own feet and falling back to the ground on my rear. No one is around – that I can see, anyway – but the rain is so dense and the flashes of lightning so frequent that the threat of another tribute seems almost minute when compared to the storm.
I reach over and sling the backpack over my shoulder, clutching Anima tightly and muttering to myself. The first fact I realize is that I’m alone again after telling Yaa last night that I wouldn’t leave her and followed it up with the dirty deed. And Mik – where’s Mik? He had left so quickly and without hardly a warning that it still baffles and confuses me. I saw the tears in his eyes and heard the trembling undertone in his voice; I was angry about him leaving us yesterday but now I realize he didn’t want to mean us any harm. He had broken down a whole lot sooner than I had so I can only imagine what was going through his head then and now. Where is he now? Where is Yaa? We can’t ever seem to go a full day without losing one of our alliance members.
I wander through the rain, choosing my steps carefully so as to not slip and fall on the soggy ground. Shelter sounds like a good idea right about now but in these six days I’ve not seen any sort of overhang that I could take harbor in. It’s just water anyway so it doesn’t really matter if I take shelter or not.
But there – there, through the rain – is a silhouette. Hope flares up but I stop myself before calling out either of my allies’ names, realizing that this figure doesn’t look like either of them. They’ve got short dark hair, not Mik’s fluffy curls or Yaa’s straight brown hair, and narrow eyes. I remember seeing this guy yesterday at the feast but I don’t recall him ever actually attacking anyone. He just coasted yesterday while the rest of us slaughtered and fought for another day but he didn’t – he stood on the side and watched us and for some reason it irritates me that he was able to get away with doing nothing despite the threat the Gamemakers gave us. They never mentioned anything about actual participation, though, but it still irks me.
[attacks Xanthus – gladius (sword)]
[dice=200+1000]
Shallow Cut on Left Calf -- 3.5
yea, the south wind sobs among the drowned creek courses
for sorrows no man shall bind---
ah, god! for the horses, the black plumed horses,
dear god! for the horses, death's own pale horses,
that raced in the tracks behind
A Gallop of Fire, Marie E J Pitt
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