Post by Morial on Jan 5, 2017 10:02:59 GMT
I don't ever think about death | |
It's alright if you do, it's fine | |
TAGGED  | Her people had been taken... she’d watched them die. The men were taken elsewhere and the women were bled. Morial had only just been taken down from the Mountain Men contraption that had killed so many of her friends. She was emaciated, weak and near death by the time they took her down and put her back into her cage... she thought that it would be the end. She’d given up on seeing her sons again. She had given up on everything. There were no friends here; only Trikru and dying outcasts that would not help her. Nobody could escape this. Hopelessness was a new emotion for Morial. As long as she had her children she had always had hope... but now it seemed that hope was an empty, pointless thing. She did not even react when the cages began opening. It felt like a dream... she was drifting on the edge of consciousness, with such little awareness of her surroundings or the Skaikru man breaking out her fellow prisoners. When her cage opened, her eyes fluttered... it was a dream. A nightmare where freedom was staring her right in the face but she was too weak to take it for herself. Too weak to move. Helplessly, she reached out to touch the ground beyond the cage. Her fingers traced the dusty concrete floor and she tried so hard to will her thin limbs to move. Others were fleeing in hoards but she couldn’t... “Sis... au,” she whispered in a hoarse voice. It was barely audible, especially over the fleeing and chaos. She let her hand fall and her head lull back where she stared at the top of the cage she was too weak to evade. She did not have much faith in the man who was freeing them... “Help... please,” she tried again, using the mountain man’s tongue... There was a spark; a prayer among the hopelessness that she could get out of this... that she wouldn’t die here. She couldn’t do it alone. |
pyxis ★
