60th Summer 513AV
It was thick and heavy with the weight of clouds. The deep black in the sky had smothered the sun from view, and dipped the once summer sky into darkness. Sound had been sapped from the air, the birds silent, and the wildlife having simply scuttled away into their holes with a deep resounding fear. The once hot and clammy air had grown still and stagnant with heat, tense and suffocating. It started as a patter, gentle droplets of water falling upon the dried earth, a faint beat in rhythm sounding out. An odd whistle from a bird came out from the canopy of leaves, branches dipping to the weight of the rain with a low creak escaping. The flora was crunched underfoot, the yellowed grass and leaves giving to the weight. There was only a momentary pause from the movement, and the heavy feet went forth once more.
The rain grew heavier, the hot air growing moist and thick with it. A scuffle of movement marked the signs of those last foolish creatures that remained exposed. The once dried ground began to grow damp, the runoff of water seeping down into the cracks and saturating it. It bulged, pores widening as the downpour raced down from the sky, whilst the faint clatter of a blade in its sheath clinking in pattern with the rain.
And then it came. The rolling clap of thunder sliced the air that cut out the beat of the rain upon the ground before it faded into nothing. It grew heavier, the droplets of water crashing onto the earth no longer a patter but instead a constant stream. Limbs grew pale and numbed, clothes plastered against the skin. Her lips gave a tremble, a cold breath escaping as she pushed forwards. Boots pressed against the ground, faint tracks being left within the earth as she went on. Instinct was what drew her forward, if it could even be called that. Her thoughts and emotions had been snuffed out after what happened or most of them at least. She could still feel the torment grip so tightly upon her, so much so that it drowned the rest of the world out.
She found it safer that way. Blocking it all out and shrinking back into herself. No one could ever chase her back to there after all.
Dulled eyes stared up onto the cloudy sky, the flecks of water catching upon her drawn features and tracing their way down to her lips. The thick, moist air was the only thing to greet her, and the only company she carried alongside. Par the clothes on her back and the sling that gave her shoulder grace from the weight of her left arm. The pain was still raw and present, the knowledge sealed deep within that whispered to her again and again. She could never have fought back, even if she wanted to. She was a failure. A second roll of thunder was released again paired this time with a faint flash in the sky. Yet nothing stirred within her. There was no care for it as vacant eyes stared above. Even as her feet snagged up and the mighty roar of the sky filled the air, all she could muster was to let her knees touch the ground, and her form crumple.
Upon the soaked earth she stared, her eyes fixed upon the heavens and the rain lashing down. There was no strength to move, no heart to find courage, no will left to drag out. Nothing more than a dwindling, empty husk, a faint light that could be snuffed out within an instant. And by the gods it hurt.
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It was thick and heavy with the weight of clouds. The deep black in the sky had smothered the sun from view, and dipped the once summer sky into darkness. Sound had been sapped from the air, the birds silent, and the wildlife having simply scuttled away into their holes with a deep resounding fear. The once hot and clammy air had grown still and stagnant with heat, tense and suffocating. It started as a patter, gentle droplets of water falling upon the dried earth, a faint beat in rhythm sounding out. An odd whistle from a bird came out from the canopy of leaves, branches dipping to the weight of the rain with a low creak escaping. The flora was crunched underfoot, the yellowed grass and leaves giving to the weight. There was only a momentary pause from the movement, and the heavy feet went forth once more.
The rain grew heavier, the hot air growing moist and thick with it. A scuffle of movement marked the signs of those last foolish creatures that remained exposed. The once dried ground began to grow damp, the runoff of water seeping down into the cracks and saturating it. It bulged, pores widening as the downpour raced down from the sky, whilst the faint clatter of a blade in its sheath clinking in pattern with the rain.
And then it came. The rolling clap of thunder sliced the air that cut out the beat of the rain upon the ground before it faded into nothing. It grew heavier, the droplets of water crashing onto the earth no longer a patter but instead a constant stream. Limbs grew pale and numbed, clothes plastered against the skin. Her lips gave a tremble, a cold breath escaping as she pushed forwards. Boots pressed against the ground, faint tracks being left within the earth as she went on. Instinct was what drew her forward, if it could even be called that. Her thoughts and emotions had been snuffed out after what happened or most of them at least. She could still feel the torment grip so tightly upon her, so much so that it drowned the rest of the world out.
She found it safer that way. Blocking it all out and shrinking back into herself. No one could ever chase her back to there after all.
Dulled eyes stared up onto the cloudy sky, the flecks of water catching upon her drawn features and tracing their way down to her lips. The thick, moist air was the only thing to greet her, and the only company she carried alongside. Par the clothes on her back and the sling that gave her shoulder grace from the weight of her left arm. The pain was still raw and present, the knowledge sealed deep within that whispered to her again and again. She could never have fought back, even if she wanted to. She was a failure. A second roll of thunder was released again paired this time with a faint flash in the sky. Yet nothing stirred within her. There was no care for it as vacant eyes stared above. Even as her feet snagged up and the mighty roar of the sky filled the air, all she could muster was to let her knees touch the ground, and her form crumple.
Upon the soaked earth she stared, her eyes fixed upon the heavens and the rain lashing down. There was no strength to move, no heart to find courage, no will left to drag out. Nothing more than a dwindling, empty husk, a faint light that could be snuffed out within an instant. And by the gods it hurt.
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