Two Monsters, Nowhere to Hide [Someith & Annora day 4]
Oct 31, 2015 13:53:06 GMT -5
Post by Kire on Oct 31, 2015 13:53:06 GMT -5
Someith Krearns
i don't want your sympathy,
i don't want your honesty
Third Person, First Person, Says, Thinks
i don't want your sympathy,
i don't want your honesty
Third Person, First Person, Says, Thinks
The corners of his mouth were still upturned razors on his face. Nearly every trace of blood and gore had been washed from him, but there was still plenty of evidence that he had been playing with his food. After a few more minutes spent trying to scrape the blood from under his fingernails, he was ready for something new.
Absently his mind recalled the little house he had seen a ways beyond the waves. Annora's message made the stump of his right arm tighten, as though his ghost hand was clenching into a fist beneath his hook. I'm coming for you. His thoughts were savage as he strode with purpose towards where the waves met the beach. The armor he wore might slow him down but he was a strong swimmer. Already the faint passageway was beneath the waves, there was no choice for him but swimming. That was fine, he was bred for that. His time in District four hadn't all been spent locked away or on the deck of a boat. Swimming had been an exercise for him, and something that always interested him. It was especially nice when he had the chance to cause mischief.
Without hesitation, he walked into the water. Once it was up to his hips, he shoved as hard as he could and started a front crawl stroke. The cottage wasn't that far, he would be there before nightfall. Then she wouldn't be able to escape him.
He was halfway out when he felt the weight of his armor start to slow him down. Each piece felt like another block of lead. Glaring at nothing in particular, he pushed onward. By the time the island became more tangible, his breaths were coming as pants. He grumbled low in his throat as a swell nearly pushed him under before resorting to a more undignified swimming style. Splashing and flailing, he dragged himself through the water to reach the edge of the island.
Gripping onto the edge for a moment and bracing himself against the rocking of the waves, he caught his breath. For all of his ability, swimming in a cold ocean with a large supply of items and only one hand was a lot more difficult than he had expected. Once his breathing was more normal he pushed off of the rock with his feet and hauled himself up onto the island. Sopping wet and more than a little miserable, he shook the water from his hook and swiped at his hair. Spikes of wet hair stuck up from his head at all angles and his water logged clothes caused him to shiver. Narrowing his eyes at the cottage before him, he straightened his back and clenched his jaw down on his chattering teeth.
The door was easy to open and he flung it wide. Looking inside, he saw the form of the one person who annoyed him more than that swim had. He glared at her, eyes as dark as his hair in the faint light.
"Found you."
Absently his mind recalled the little house he had seen a ways beyond the waves. Annora's message made the stump of his right arm tighten, as though his ghost hand was clenching into a fist beneath his hook. I'm coming for you. His thoughts were savage as he strode with purpose towards where the waves met the beach. The armor he wore might slow him down but he was a strong swimmer. Already the faint passageway was beneath the waves, there was no choice for him but swimming. That was fine, he was bred for that. His time in District four hadn't all been spent locked away or on the deck of a boat. Swimming had been an exercise for him, and something that always interested him. It was especially nice when he had the chance to cause mischief.
Without hesitation, he walked into the water. Once it was up to his hips, he shoved as hard as he could and started a front crawl stroke. The cottage wasn't that far, he would be there before nightfall. Then she wouldn't be able to escape him.
He was halfway out when he felt the weight of his armor start to slow him down. Each piece felt like another block of lead. Glaring at nothing in particular, he pushed onward. By the time the island became more tangible, his breaths were coming as pants. He grumbled low in his throat as a swell nearly pushed him under before resorting to a more undignified swimming style. Splashing and flailing, he dragged himself through the water to reach the edge of the island.
Gripping onto the edge for a moment and bracing himself against the rocking of the waves, he caught his breath. For all of his ability, swimming in a cold ocean with a large supply of items and only one hand was a lot more difficult than he had expected. Once his breathing was more normal he pushed off of the rock with his feet and hauled himself up onto the island. Sopping wet and more than a little miserable, he shook the water from his hook and swiped at his hair. Spikes of wet hair stuck up from his head at all angles and his water logged clothes caused him to shiver. Narrowing his eyes at the cottage before him, he straightened his back and clenched his jaw down on his chattering teeth.
The door was easy to open and he flung it wide. Looking inside, he saw the form of the one person who annoyed him more than that swim had. He glared at her, eyes as dark as his hair in the faint light.
"Found you."
How tired are you, boy?
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u weak bitch
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