stopping by woods on a snowy evening❄️ the imposters day 1
Oct 18, 2020 1:55:37 GMT -5
Post by 𝓂𝒶𝒽𝑜𝓊𝒽𝑜🕊 on Oct 18, 2020 1:55:37 GMT -5
"These woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And
miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep."
One thing not many are familiar with of snow is its hidden horror. For the frost isn’t what should be feared above all. After a while, all you feel is winter’s snap. Protected or not, she still will crack the bare flesh exposed. Lips shall bleed, the skin on the curve of your nose will flake, and you’ll grow even an itch in some ways you can never quite satiate. Don’t be mistaken, however, because it isn’t an itch. It is a warning.
The true fear of winter is when the itch consumes you, bringing forth what lies beneath. And when it does rise out from your pores, sweating out the inner sherpa linings, you may run till your soles are bloodshot, but you can’t outrun it. Since although plush underneath, trying to envelop you in its nostalgia, its claws will reach around your throat. No matter how hard you cry, scream, or call, it will all be sunken into white noise. For in the snow, no one will hear you. That’s what I fear most, and that’s what I know.
Frustrated grunts and groans laced with pain all were overtaken by the mound of white, which decrescendo into the filtered static. Towering over my ally made it easier to shift her weight onto my right shoulder. Having shifted my practically emptied pack onto my left, it avoided pestering Neysa even more from before. Her mangled boot had caught on some curves on the terrain beneath the hill as did the sled I tugged along, initially earning winces of protest I think she swore I couldn’t hear. Although the light paced jog hadn’t bothered my lungs, Neysa’s breathing had a sputtered subtle whistle to it. I couldn’t tell if it had been from the shock of getting consumed, but the brief exposed skin that bloomed of injury betrayed her.
After glances from behind and running for nearly thirty minutes or more, my pacing slowed. Call it egregious, but I couldn’t risk her getting injured further. I made her a promise back in the center. It was one unspoken between it seemed Eleven and Two, but we all four had a mutual understanding of what it was. No matter what happens, all four of us will go down swinging. It won’t be a fight easily lost for none of us, and maybe that was from a mutually shared resentment from all we couldn’t control. One thing we are taught in the academy, a thing I think some from the likes of six could learn, is to not betray respect once earned. Because those can be who you rely on the most when the blade is pointed at you. And although I couldn’t tell Neysa, even if I had only gotten hit twice I felt just had worn as she did.
If I had stayed any longer back there, I’m worried if the snow would have consumed me. I can’t let myself slip into the descent, I can’t let his dormant venom corrupt me.
As my feet had slowed into a halt, for a second all that whispered was her whistled tune and the panting that escaped past my lips. “Here. I think here will be fine for now.” It was a brief clearing, one that held some flat large rocks that peaked from the encroaching snow. Casting aside the sled behind me, I crept towards a rock, mindful of her injuries. Driving my left foot into the snow, I Neysa as gently as I could onto the rock beneath. Having chucked my bag at the side, I instinctively rotated my shoulder blades. My left arm towards the clouded greyed sky, right hand latched onto my elbow offering relief to the warmth of my muscles. Yet, as I did so, something seemed off.
It had only been as my hands lazily fell now did I realize. The trees weren’t right, this forest wasn’t right. Sure, this is the Hunger Games. Any idiot could put two and two together to know there always will be some twists. That’s why at the academies they try to prepare us for what you can’t predict. Factors like some from districts other than the careers seeming more deranged than some of those who attended the academies. The boy had disappeared soon after the gong sounded, one I hadn’t expected from Seven. Or from that carrot headed girl who seemed just too passionate in her strikes to have seemed normal. But here, it was all too white.
For the comfort of bark didn’t peak through the snow, this forest was already corrupted whole. Spindles of branches all hollowed yet present as if the rot hadn’t taken place littered around, and for a second I feared what could come round at night. It seemed like a better option than the other barren areas for now, but who knows what the rest of the day holds. After looking around briefly, I diverted my gaze back to Neysa. Approaching her once more, my lean body dipped down to open my bag. “Where did they hurt you?” Fishing out a pair of socks, my teeth flashed cheekily as I spoke. “Seems like you surely pissed off some people. Didn’t expect that from you Eleven.”