Post by A.H on Dec 10, 2017 16:09:13 GMT -5
She gazed back from whence she travelled from and as though she travelled so far, she had forgotten the magnitude of the castle and its surroundings was immense. What was it that she was doing? Being so far out from her new (not completely) safe shelter, that’s certainly something that she need to delve into at some point in the future, but for now she concluded that she was a little lonely in the world.
The world itself, Las Noches, was a sterile realm with sands and dunes. Even the skies relied luminescence from the moon and despite all its hostilities lurking about, the realm is ever so mousy quiet. That is the killer: Silence. There’s nothing so grave and demoralising than being able to hear but received no response. Worse when your mind playing tricks and delivered sounds of their own, phantom sounds.
She found herself humming. Silence can easily be treated with the sounds of your own, especially if she’s humming a mash up abomination picked up during her time in the realm of the living. Her nostril flares and her cheek puffs. Even making annoying noises was enough to divert her lingering thoughts of her existence.
What is the point of living? She can just end it right here, grab a revolver and ram the barrel in her mouth and pull the trigger, but every time she reaches to the leather holster with that ill thought, she became hesitant. Her instinct is telling her to stop. Warning. Just like now, but without her hand on her pocketed side arm she paused.
The puffed up cheek receded, the audible noise lulled and she stopped on her track over the ominous feeling.
There was something approaching towards her from afar. She tried squinting hard enough to see the arrival, but with one eye and the lack of variety of colours, she could do nothing but wait and shout,
“You there.” Her grip on the shotgun hidden inside her draped over grey long coat, “Are you looking for a fight?”
To be honest, she does have that itch for combat right about now.
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nechbet
The world itself, Las Noches, was a sterile realm with sands and dunes. Even the skies relied luminescence from the moon and despite all its hostilities lurking about, the realm is ever so mousy quiet. That is the killer: Silence. There’s nothing so grave and demoralising than being able to hear but received no response. Worse when your mind playing tricks and delivered sounds of their own, phantom sounds.
She found herself humming. Silence can easily be treated with the sounds of your own, especially if she’s humming a mash up abomination picked up during her time in the realm of the living. Her nostril flares and her cheek puffs. Even making annoying noises was enough to divert her lingering thoughts of her existence.
What is the point of living? She can just end it right here, grab a revolver and ram the barrel in her mouth and pull the trigger, but every time she reaches to the leather holster with that ill thought, she became hesitant. Her instinct is telling her to stop. Warning. Just like now, but without her hand on her pocketed side arm she paused.
The puffed up cheek receded, the audible noise lulled and she stopped on her track over the ominous feeling.
There was something approaching towards her from afar. She tried squinting hard enough to see the arrival, but with one eye and the lack of variety of colours, she could do nothing but wait and shout,
“You there.” Her grip on the shotgun hidden inside her draped over grey long coat, “Are you looking for a fight?”
To be honest, she does have that itch for combat right about now.
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nechbet