Post by Sivoncé™ on Jul 21, 2010 1:41:52 GMT -5
Crashing, into rocks, down the slope -- blood, everywhere, blotting out everything. Sharp pains in the back of her neck -- there was a gash there, perilously deep and close to her spine. No longer was her pelt white with December glory -- she was tattered, disintegrating piece of flesh and blood, flapping uslessly in the river's gushing rage. And the water's fury was an endless, untameable one.
Slipping under -- her lungs strainged, begged, pleaded for air. Sweet oxygen, give me life....give me...
Vance.
She closed her eyes tight and waited for the sequence to come, waited for life to flash before her eyes as it was promised it would. Nothing came -- nothing but the strangling burn for air. A rock rammed against her side and she was tossed upwards. Her mouth parted in a wide, yawning chasm as she inhaled with a gasp.
Suddenly, from the foaming bursts of chaos, there was calm, and there was light.
Winter floated face-up, miles away from where she'd began her tumultous juorney down the sharp cliffs and towering hills of her home terra. She was somewhere in the wanderer lands, though this had not yet registered with her. A horrible sight; blood swathed her shape and clouded the waters around her with crimson, Her eyes bulged towards the sky -- colored the robin's egg blue of a hazy summer afternoon. Her icy blue optics appeared glazed and frozen, unblinking as though she had passed into the ether. Deep, brutal gashes wreathed her broken, battered body.
Her thoughts could not form into solids quite yet, but she was subconsciously aware that it was in her best interest to try and leave the river's grasp before she came to more rapids.
She moved her head to the side slightly, peering at the bank. This single, miniscule movement shot an abush of agonies riding down her spine. She quivered helplessly, unable to save herself.
Slipping under -- her lungs strainged, begged, pleaded for air. Sweet oxygen, give me life....give me...
Vance.
She closed her eyes tight and waited for the sequence to come, waited for life to flash before her eyes as it was promised it would. Nothing came -- nothing but the strangling burn for air. A rock rammed against her side and she was tossed upwards. Her mouth parted in a wide, yawning chasm as she inhaled with a gasp.
Suddenly, from the foaming bursts of chaos, there was calm, and there was light.
Winter floated face-up, miles away from where she'd began her tumultous juorney down the sharp cliffs and towering hills of her home terra. She was somewhere in the wanderer lands, though this had not yet registered with her. A horrible sight; blood swathed her shape and clouded the waters around her with crimson, Her eyes bulged towards the sky -- colored the robin's egg blue of a hazy summer afternoon. Her icy blue optics appeared glazed and frozen, unblinking as though she had passed into the ether. Deep, brutal gashes wreathed her broken, battered body.
Her thoughts could not form into solids quite yet, but she was subconsciously aware that it was in her best interest to try and leave the river's grasp before she came to more rapids.
She moved her head to the side slightly, peering at the bank. This single, miniscule movement shot an abush of agonies riding down her spine. She quivered helplessly, unable to save herself.
