if the night is {burning} // [delish v 4 horsemen v flemeth]
Mar 20, 2014 7:56:12 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Mar 20, 2014 7:56:12 GMT -5
It is not enough.
To feel the give o her skull beneath my sword, to hear her pain unleashed, to see red paint the ground in a splatter, to see the other boy fall to hear her anguish, to smell the iron in the air, to hear the thud of a body falling, to hear the screams of my comrades, to have heard a dragon's last breath, to have slayed one, to stand here, to attack, to breath, to mourn her.
It isn't enough because it could never be, she's dead.
I shut my eyes and lean on my sword, feeling the ground give beneath it's point. This is the sword that brought a dragon to it's knees, and I have the hands that guided it. The only thing I should be feeling right now is pure amazement, pride, adrenaline. Anything but this. My stomach rolls with hunger, the smell of Claire burning makes my stomach ache. I want to throw up, but she still smells of cooked meat and to my horror I find my head thinking of pork, beef, meat. The smell quickly turns to burning, thankfully. I think of the plants that she quietly handed me the other day, eyes searching mine, intent on giving me a gift.
I do not regret making her my ally.
She stood out to me from the get go, only because she didn't act a thing like the other girls. Unlike Savannah with her crazy bitch attitude and her femur breaking attitude, Claire really didn't seem to have anything special about her at first. Intrigued, I'd decided to keep an eye on her anyway. I was right to, what I found about her, simply by watching, I very much liked. The things I learned of her, that made me want to ally her, our mine. Already, I miss her smile.
My heart feels numb as I watch the other girl disappear. Hatred gnaws at the lining of my stomach, foul and acidic. It was not enough to simply cause her and him pain by my attack. I want her death too. I want all of them to die, all except Willis and Laila. If I'm lucky, I'll die before I have to see them die, and this can stop because I feel like my breath is coming shallow and pained. My friend is dead and it's because I decided to attack a dragon, rather than make sure she was safe.
I watch as Laila goes to her ashes, but I do not make a move to go closer as well. I will let Laila have her moment with the girl she shared her personal space with over the past few days. Damnit, I know that all of us have to die at some point. I just didn't want it to be now, not when it was something we should have avoided.
I know she would have been proud of me, taking down that dragon in just one hit. I know that a dragon might have killed her as easily as a boy, that I can't be in two places at once. It does not stop the feeling of loss. Luckily, it is a feeling that I am very much used to, all I ever do is seem to lose people and one day I know that I will be all alone, drowning in my own blood, my own thoughts. Everyone knows that everyone must die, I know. I know, I know. I feel like a four year old, stomping his foot in the dirt, complaining that it isn't fair. My dad would quirk one eyebrow up and laugh at me, he'd tell me, "Eye, life is not fair." It isn't.
Since when has it been.
She would have not wanted my sorrow, nor would she have wanted my self hatred. She'd only have wanted us to go out and avenge her, to take back the name that was stolen from her with her own death. Truth was, if I am anger, rage, always at war with myself, she was death, the silence, the oncoming storm. Silent, deadly, a strange calm. It occurs to me that she was beautiful in her pale uniqueness. I do not want her to be remembered as the girl that was set on fire by some boy. I want her to go down in flames as the nothing less than what she was, a human girl, lovely and deadly. I will make sure that her memory is not lost.
I look at the prone figure of the boy that Willis has just killed. He's dead, the cannon went off. I look up at him and nod. I'm glad he did it, that he avenged Claire. I think I'm glad. I don't know how to feel right now. I'm tired.
I reach into my backpack and pull out a couple of tired looking plants. I'm hungry, but I can't eat them yet. Not yet. I won't be able to get them down, I want to hold onto her for just a bit longer. I do not know what drives me to go over to the dead dragon, but I take some of his skin, cutting away a large square of the thick scale. Folding it carefully, I place it inside the backpack, and pick up a tooth that must have gotten knocked out of it's head when the mighty beast fell. It's funny how he was such a huge presence, but his death in comparison to Claire's is nothing to me.
To feel the give o her skull beneath my sword, to hear her pain unleashed, to see red paint the ground in a splatter, to see the other boy fall to hear her anguish, to smell the iron in the air, to hear the thud of a body falling, to hear the screams of my comrades, to have heard a dragon's last breath, to have slayed one, to stand here, to attack, to breath, to mourn her.
It isn't enough because it could never be, she's dead.
I shut my eyes and lean on my sword, feeling the ground give beneath it's point. This is the sword that brought a dragon to it's knees, and I have the hands that guided it. The only thing I should be feeling right now is pure amazement, pride, adrenaline. Anything but this. My stomach rolls with hunger, the smell of Claire burning makes my stomach ache. I want to throw up, but she still smells of cooked meat and to my horror I find my head thinking of pork, beef, meat. The smell quickly turns to burning, thankfully. I think of the plants that she quietly handed me the other day, eyes searching mine, intent on giving me a gift.
I do not regret making her my ally.
She stood out to me from the get go, only because she didn't act a thing like the other girls. Unlike Savannah with her crazy bitch attitude and her femur breaking attitude, Claire really didn't seem to have anything special about her at first. Intrigued, I'd decided to keep an eye on her anyway. I was right to, what I found about her, simply by watching, I very much liked. The things I learned of her, that made me want to ally her, our mine. Already, I miss her smile.
My heart feels numb as I watch the other girl disappear. Hatred gnaws at the lining of my stomach, foul and acidic. It was not enough to simply cause her and him pain by my attack. I want her death too. I want all of them to die, all except Willis and Laila. If I'm lucky, I'll die before I have to see them die, and this can stop because I feel like my breath is coming shallow and pained. My friend is dead and it's because I decided to attack a dragon, rather than make sure she was safe.
I watch as Laila goes to her ashes, but I do not make a move to go closer as well. I will let Laila have her moment with the girl she shared her personal space with over the past few days. Damnit, I know that all of us have to die at some point. I just didn't want it to be now, not when it was something we should have avoided.
I know she would have been proud of me, taking down that dragon in just one hit. I know that a dragon might have killed her as easily as a boy, that I can't be in two places at once. It does not stop the feeling of loss. Luckily, it is a feeling that I am very much used to, all I ever do is seem to lose people and one day I know that I will be all alone, drowning in my own blood, my own thoughts. Everyone knows that everyone must die, I know. I know, I know. I feel like a four year old, stomping his foot in the dirt, complaining that it isn't fair. My dad would quirk one eyebrow up and laugh at me, he'd tell me, "Eye, life is not fair." It isn't.
Since when has it been.
She would have not wanted my sorrow, nor would she have wanted my self hatred. She'd only have wanted us to go out and avenge her, to take back the name that was stolen from her with her own death. Truth was, if I am anger, rage, always at war with myself, she was death, the silence, the oncoming storm. Silent, deadly, a strange calm. It occurs to me that she was beautiful in her pale uniqueness. I do not want her to be remembered as the girl that was set on fire by some boy. I want her to go down in flames as the nothing less than what she was, a human girl, lovely and deadly. I will make sure that her memory is not lost.
I look at the prone figure of the boy that Willis has just killed. He's dead, the cannon went off. I look up at him and nod. I'm glad he did it, that he avenged Claire. I think I'm glad. I don't know how to feel right now. I'm tired.
I reach into my backpack and pull out a couple of tired looking plants. I'm hungry, but I can't eat them yet. Not yet. I won't be able to get them down, I want to hold onto her for just a bit longer. I do not know what drives me to go over to the dead dragon, but I take some of his skin, cutting away a large square of the thick scale. Folding it carefully, I place it inside the backpack, and pick up a tooth that must have gotten knocked out of it's head when the mighty beast fell. It's funny how he was such a huge presence, but his death in comparison to Claire's is nothing to me.
{ eye
saw ;
[Eye uses first aid on himself for -3]
[Eye takes dragon skin]
[Eye takes a dragon tooth as a token]
[Eye flees]
saw ;
[Eye uses first aid on himself for -3]
[Eye takes dragon skin]
[Eye takes a dragon tooth as a token]
[Eye flees]
