07-08-2017, 08:44 PM
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It isn’t the eerie blackness that causes her to stir; it’s the scent.
Smoke. She remembers what that is, what it smells like, but the name of Tephra comes to mind. A shiver cartwheels down her spine. Those horrid memories return then and she grumbles outwardly into the darkness. With the acrid stench of smoke came heartache and betrayal. Dovev – father – and his girl that shattered mother’s heart and drove her to her death. Magnus and how he shielded Atrani from the ruthlessness of the world. Zoryn.
Heartache. Abandonment. Hurt. Anger.
That single smell of smoke brings back a storm of emotions and memories that lift Atrani to her feet. The smoke envelopes her and burns her lungs when inhaled. The girl coughs once, twice.
The world is black, but that’s what her world has always been. It’s all she has ever known. So, she doesn’t realize the change in her surroundings or how the looming darkness is empty and solid without even the caress of moonlight. She knows only the smoke stabbing into her lungs and coating her skin with ash. It weighs heavily across her as she stands, motionless and thoughtful.
That’s when she hears the growl behind her. It’s low, foreboding. The sound almost seems to creep along her emaciated body, sinking claws into her protruding bones. <i>”What a sick joke this is,”</i> she snips into the blackness as her tail sweeps across her hocks. With the air so still – so stagnant – she almost assumes herself relieved and abandoned, but then it growls again with more malice. It looms nearer and all she can do is move forward.
The years have trained her to rely on her other senses. There are no eyes to see, only empty sockets that almost seem to twitch when in certain lighting at home. She can feel the grass kiss her legs and she can hear how the wind dances through trees on her right, and an open field to her left. The smoke clouds her sense of smell, muffling the odor of deciduous trees, but she knows they are there, watching her sway from side to side.
Atrani doesn’t have much energy as is. The bones grinding against tautly-pulled skin makes it uncomfortable for travel, but another rumble behind her is a reminder to move now. She does not gallop away – how foolish would that be of her since she cannot see? – and so she trots while inhaling short, raspy breaths, never seeming to inhale enough air. The openness lures her away from the forest. She doesn’t know where she is, or where she is going. She is oblivious of the mountain towering above, but somehow it calls to her and she obliges, eager to leave behind the rumbling growls.
</div><div class="atrquote">dove into her eyes and starved all the fears</div></div><div class="atrcredits">picture by <a href="http://www.boredpanda.com/death-like-skeleton-drawings-haenuli-shin/?utm_source=androidapp&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=androidapp">haenuli shin</a>- HTML by Call - words: ________</div></div></center>
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Smoke. She remembers what that is, what it smells like, but the name of Tephra comes to mind. A shiver cartwheels down her spine. Those horrid memories return then and she grumbles outwardly into the darkness. With the acrid stench of smoke came heartache and betrayal. Dovev – father – and his girl that shattered mother’s heart and drove her to her death. Magnus and how he shielded Atrani from the ruthlessness of the world. Zoryn.
Heartache. Abandonment. Hurt. Anger.
That single smell of smoke brings back a storm of emotions and memories that lift Atrani to her feet. The smoke envelopes her and burns her lungs when inhaled. The girl coughs once, twice.
The world is black, but that’s what her world has always been. It’s all she has ever known. So, she doesn’t realize the change in her surroundings or how the looming darkness is empty and solid without even the caress of moonlight. She knows only the smoke stabbing into her lungs and coating her skin with ash. It weighs heavily across her as she stands, motionless and thoughtful.
That’s when she hears the growl behind her. It’s low, foreboding. The sound almost seems to creep along her emaciated body, sinking claws into her protruding bones. <i>”What a sick joke this is,”</i> she snips into the blackness as her tail sweeps across her hocks. With the air so still – so stagnant – she almost assumes herself relieved and abandoned, but then it growls again with more malice. It looms nearer and all she can do is move forward.
The years have trained her to rely on her other senses. There are no eyes to see, only empty sockets that almost seem to twitch when in certain lighting at home. She can feel the grass kiss her legs and she can hear how the wind dances through trees on her right, and an open field to her left. The smoke clouds her sense of smell, muffling the odor of deciduous trees, but she knows they are there, watching her sway from side to side.
Atrani doesn’t have much energy as is. The bones grinding against tautly-pulled skin makes it uncomfortable for travel, but another rumble behind her is a reminder to move now. She does not gallop away – how foolish would that be of her since she cannot see? – and so she trots while inhaling short, raspy breaths, never seeming to inhale enough air. The openness lures her away from the forest. She doesn’t know where she is, or where she is going. She is oblivious of the mountain towering above, but somehow it calls to her and she obliges, eager to leave behind the rumbling growls.
</div><div class="atrquote">dove into her eyes and starved all the fears</div></div><div class="atrcredits">picture by <a href="http://www.boredpanda.com/death-like-skeleton-drawings-haenuli-shin/?utm_source=androidapp&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=androidapp">haenuli shin</a>- HTML by Call - words: ________</div></div></center>
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