you're not unique in dying (Paradox)
Feb 26, 2015 15:34:06 GMT -5
Post by Peregrine on Feb 26, 2015 15:34:06 GMT -5
WE'LL WELCOME THE NEW AGE
COVERED IN WARRIOR PAINT
COVERED IN WARRIOR PAINT
Curled up in the sheltered bed of a decrepit military truck, the Commandant Tzafar was thrust awake. She was well accustomed to nightmares – for what was seen awake was amplified in the murk of night, of slumber – and awoke as gracefully as possible. It was the cold feel of the metal of the vehicle, the hollow ringing of her breath, that brought her back to earth. All semblance of weariness was lost as she awoke, and she flipped onto her belly. No reason to stay there. The Kangal slipped from the bed and landed with a thud on the concrete, and took to an easy walk from the pits of the bunker to above ground. At the moment, it was only her, and occasionally Ruckus, that occupied those halls. But Tempest was growing, and it was growing quickly. Soon they would not be so alone there.
Tzafar, once out of the main threshold, headed for the territory’s border. The moon was high and bright, and her shadow was deep. The winter had not yielded to severe of cold, but she welcomed the crispness, the huffs of white from her jaws slackened and just ajar. Far off from any of the buildings, far from the roads and the fences, Tzafar finally ceased her path. Low brush met her paws, and went on for a good distance before her. Moonlight carried with it. She reclined upon her haunches to a sit, settling there as a statue and looking out over the sweeping greys of the night horizon. The silence, the solitude, was welcome. She and the rest of Tempest had been busy, and sometimes one just needed an opportunity to breathe before they needed to move once more.
The Commandant sat, as peacefully as she could in light of recent events, and let the night wash over her.LIGHTS FROM THE JUNGLE
TO THE SKY
Paradox