herego, teh second of specials
Inspiration: “No will to wake for this morn, to see another black rose born. Deathbed is slowly covered in snow. Angels, they fell first, but I’m still here. Alone they are drawing near. In heaven my masterpiece will finally be sung.” - Nightwish ; End of All Hope
E n d
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The sky had fallen, the moon had exploded, and the stars faded into the ether. Finally the apocalypse had come.
She stood at the gates, eyes wide and staring into the flames of Hell that beckoned her forth with sickeningly warm fingers, wrapping deliciously around her form. The smoke and ash of the flames swayed into the dark inky skies, pluming into puffs of clouds. Her throat constricted as she rasped into the stagnant, toxic air; asphyxiating. The sounds of her brethren screaming and crying, weeping for their calls of agony to be heard sent shivers down her spine. Her paws trembled on the snow; white bleeding red.
The sound of their gliding paws, the beat of their hearts as they ran as one, escaping the fire, escaping Death reverberated in her chest, struck her soul. Death’s scythe curled, whipped in the air and struck down; a howl marked the triumphant of its target. Another of her kin had fallen victim to the flames. Vaguely she was aware that she should run; leap away from the flames and into the endless snow. Could fire even burn against snow? She wasn’t sure, but the instinct, the want, the need to run screamed at her to do so.
Natsuki…
One word, one soul, one echoed remembrance of what once was; she snapped her gaze into the surroundings, searching. Where was Natsuki? Was Natsuki alright? Had the black wolf followed the hammering steps of the pack and fled, leaving her behind in the forgotten? The first tendrils of fear shook her heart. Please don’t leave me behind… Take me with you…
She snapped her cranium about, lifted her muzzle and howled into the ash, flames, and skies. A simple plea, a passionate request; recognition came. An answering call, a sweet echo and she was racing forward, dancing with Death as the flames neared ever closer, teasing her flanks, sending the scent of burned fur into her nostrils. The brush of fur, the heady scent of wolf; they ran as one. Escape Death, head for Paradise. The voice called to her so. Natsuki’s breath was just by her shoulder, at her ear, whispering urgent encouragement as she fought exhaustion, bent herself completely time over time, fell.
Don’t leave me behind!
A shrill, desperate cry; Natsuki stumbled, toppled over Shizuru’s fallen form and yelped as she collided into snow. Her breathing came in sharp, ragged gasps as she struggled up. Shizuru Shizuru Shizuru! A mantra, a steady chant to keep her going. The black wolf rose and ran once more, loping toward the fallen. White fangs and crazed eyes; laughter rolled the skies.
“Darcia no!”
And the horror began.
It was the end of all hope.
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Was that confusing? If so, yay! :] Again it was WR-inspired.
E n d
- - -
The sky had fallen, the moon had exploded, and the stars faded into the ether. Finally the apocalypse had come.
She stood at the gates, eyes wide and staring into the flames of Hell that beckoned her forth with sickeningly warm fingers, wrapping deliciously around her form. The smoke and ash of the flames swayed into the dark inky skies, pluming into puffs of clouds. Her throat constricted as she rasped into the stagnant, toxic air; asphyxiating. The sounds of her brethren screaming and crying, weeping for their calls of agony to be heard sent shivers down her spine. Her paws trembled on the snow; white bleeding red.
The sound of their gliding paws, the beat of their hearts as they ran as one, escaping the fire, escaping Death reverberated in her chest, struck her soul. Death’s scythe curled, whipped in the air and struck down; a howl marked the triumphant of its target. Another of her kin had fallen victim to the flames. Vaguely she was aware that she should run; leap away from the flames and into the endless snow. Could fire even burn against snow? She wasn’t sure, but the instinct, the want, the need to run screamed at her to do so.
Natsuki…
One word, one soul, one echoed remembrance of what once was; she snapped her gaze into the surroundings, searching. Where was Natsuki? Was Natsuki alright? Had the black wolf followed the hammering steps of the pack and fled, leaving her behind in the forgotten? The first tendrils of fear shook her heart. Please don’t leave me behind… Take me with you…
She snapped her cranium about, lifted her muzzle and howled into the ash, flames, and skies. A simple plea, a passionate request; recognition came. An answering call, a sweet echo and she was racing forward, dancing with Death as the flames neared ever closer, teasing her flanks, sending the scent of burned fur into her nostrils. The brush of fur, the heady scent of wolf; they ran as one. Escape Death, head for Paradise. The voice called to her so. Natsuki’s breath was just by her shoulder, at her ear, whispering urgent encouragement as she fought exhaustion, bent herself completely time over time, fell.
Don’t leave me behind!
A shrill, desperate cry; Natsuki stumbled, toppled over Shizuru’s fallen form and yelped as she collided into snow. Her breathing came in sharp, ragged gasps as she struggled up. Shizuru Shizuru Shizuru! A mantra, a steady chant to keep her going. The black wolf rose and ran once more, loping toward the fallen. White fangs and crazed eyes; laughter rolled the skies.
“Darcia no!”
And the horror began.
It was the end of all hope.
- - -
Was that confusing? If so, yay! :] Again it was WR-inspired.