02-17-2022, 10:42 PM
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[sup]© tikki[/sup]WHEN NOBODY IS WATCHING, WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE?
TW// mention of gore in the second, third, and fourth paragraphs.
Beneath the earth, between the forest and swamp, something was dead. Asleep, more like it. Cold and asleep. Two years it had rested, restoring the heat that was taken from it. And now, on a cool February day, the ground where she lay rose, warm air breaking from the soil and merging with the cooler air.
It was slow at first, but soon it became a panicked movement, clawing to escape, and a black, somewhat mangled paw broke the soil, tinged red with old blood. She continued to climb, soon a rotting muzzle pierced the ground and breathed sharply, a ghostly, ghoulish sound leaving her torn jaws.
Blood dripped, poured from her jaws, her chest was covered in both blood and a warm orange liquid, and her wings were torn and burning. Her body shook with the movements, having somewhat atrophied during her slumber. Abyssial eyes peered around frantically. Where was she? Who was she?
In a confused haze, she let out a horrendous wail, a shriek to be heard for several meters around her. Again more blood fell from her mouth into a puddle beneath her. An orange glow pulsated from under exposed ribs and veins that were once black were now glowing that same orange.
Her tongue ran over bone and tooth, and again a ghoulish wail left her, but not out of confusion. It was out of aggression that formed this call. She was angry and lost.
Beneath the earth, between the forest and swamp, something was dead. Asleep, more like it. Cold and asleep. Two years it had rested, restoring the heat that was taken from it. And now, on a cool February day, the ground where she lay rose, warm air breaking from the soil and merging with the cooler air.
It was slow at first, but soon it became a panicked movement, clawing to escape, and a black, somewhat mangled paw broke the soil, tinged red with old blood. She continued to climb, soon a rotting muzzle pierced the ground and breathed sharply, a ghostly, ghoulish sound leaving her torn jaws.
Blood dripped, poured from her jaws, her chest was covered in both blood and a warm orange liquid, and her wings were torn and burning. Her body shook with the movements, having somewhat atrophied during her slumber. Abyssial eyes peered around frantically. Where was she? Who was she?
In a confused haze, she let out a horrendous wail, a shriek to be heard for several meters around her. Again more blood fell from her mouth into a puddle beneath her. An orange glow pulsated from under exposed ribs and veins that were once black were now glowing that same orange.
Her tongue ran over bone and tooth, and again a ghoulish wail left her, but not out of confusion. It was out of aggression that formed this call. She was angry and lost.
Kold Darcia Ní Broin - Marauder of The Pitt - 1 year, 8 months