Steady as the beating drum [The RuNTS compound] Day 3
Oct 31, 2015 0:09:06 GMT -5
Post by * on Oct 31, 2015 0:09:06 GMT -5
Taurus Hawk The cold mountain stream washes away the redness from my missing fingers. A part of me is missing. I am no longer a whole Taurus and with my two digits digesting in the dead werewolves belly, I feel inclined to sit here and dwell on how close our alliance came to perishing. How hard each of us fought to stay alive. How, without my older counterparts, I might not be alive right now. They picked up the slack where I failed them and losing two fingers just seemed to be a rotten constelation prize for my incompetence. "I'm not a dove. I'm a Hawk. No more a Jay. Just a Hawk. Winged lord of the skies." The words slip through my lips, and whisper to the babbling brook that is numbing my hand to the point of pain; more pain than before. I try to bend the rest of the fingers on my left hand but they are so stiff; so hard. So cold... It's like trying to pry meat away frozen for a week in the icebox. For a moment, I try to listen to what this creek is saying to me as it takes my blood into it's mighty run. My blood is painting the water red. My life is now part of the arena. Anyone who collects this liquid for nurishment will have a part of me. I will live on forever. There is no end. With a heavy breath, I go limp, letting my head lay on my folded knees, with my hand floating with the flow. Somewhere near, I know Neptune is trying to take care of himself and Ruth and Septys are probably trying to patch themselves up as well. I tilt my head to the right, looking to the backpack and pondering about how I'm going to wrap my hand up and what it'll feel like once the icy cold river has no longer numbed what isn't there. Not to mention, the icy cold water is making the other parts of my skin scream, as the feel of once ignited skin burns from the lamp that fell on me before the fight. Unlucky? Perhaps... "Take the pain away..." I mumble and close my eyes. |