Follow Me, Kid [Bad Intentions/Akasha] *Blitz*
Jul 19, 2013 22:19:56 GMT -5
Post by semper on Jul 19, 2013 22:19:56 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
Suddenly Deimos is gone and it worries me. I limp behind Mik, following him in search of our ally before something else gets a hole of him. If he is caught then, as awful as it may sound, I hope it’s a mutt and not a tribute. Humans have a grotesque and sick way of ending lives whereas the mutts prefer to just kill you quickly and get it over with. That’s not to say that all the people in this arena are mentally unstable murderers – the majority are probably like mutts, preferring to just end a life quickly instead of letting the victim suffer.
We reach this awful looking place that immediately sends shivers down my spine. I’ve never liked spiders at all and to see these ungodly-sized webs is very nerve-wracking. I bite my lip, hesitating at the entrance while Mik just waltzes through and soon I hear him scolding Deimos for leaving us to chase another tribute. I turn my gaze upward, unwilling to take in the sheer size of the webs before swallowing hard against the lump in my throat and gingerly picking my way through after Mik, dodging silky webs as much as I can. I’m constantly on the lookout for the makers of the webs but frankly I don’t want to see the creatures.
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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