keep sinking [spook]
Feb 24, 2015 1:45:06 GMT -5
Post by jake on Feb 24, 2015 1:45:06 GMT -5
Tag: spook
Crash doesn't really know what he's doing with his evenings anymore. It's a lot of exploring, a lot of wandering, and a lot of things that he really can't place. That's the worst bit, of course... the fact he can't fucking place it. If he knew which end was up he'd probably have an easier time coping, an easier time getting himself put together and in working order. That was the worst bit-- feeling like he was out of order after all. A creature that was put up for sale: $400, not running quite right, parts or fix up like new. Right. Fix up. Someone should have fixed him up a long time ago.
There were the physical things that needed tending to-- dropping weight, mangled forepaw, the fact there was something a little off in the way his hips worked. An ache, a soreness, right down into the muscle. It was something he really didn't know how to handle all of the time, but tonight was dry and it was clear spring was on the horizon. That was decent enough. A moon that shone brightly in the clear sky, and a man that had ventured from the place he'd made his home... what a shock. He was out and about. Things that were strange for Crash, after all, included making his way outside his range.
A snowy meadow, how cliche was that. It was almost like he'd come here to find something. Another cliche thought ripped through his head, and he couldn't help but smirk inwardly. Yes, I've come to find new love and a new beginning, and oh, how about myself to top it off? A chuckle in his throat. Sure, he was laughing at his own thoughts, but let's face it-- they were damned funny. Easily, the long legged creature picked his way through the muddy snow. It had melted during the day, and wasn't quite cold enough to re-freeze entirely, so there was this sort of icy slush that clung to his feathers... Crash didn't mind. It was refreshing.
So overland he went, a brilliance in his gait and a glimmer in his amber eyes. Star soaked sky, clear night, bright moon... why did everyone sleep at night? It was far more pleasing than the day. Crash seemed to be racing the dim outline of his shadow, chasing through the puddles in the dark of the night. Why, oh why did anyone sleep?