Post by untilthis.echo on May 26, 2007 14:28:53 GMT -5
A/N: So I took longer in posting this than I said...
Answering A Black Bird's Cry
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The scent of decay and death still hung in the air, heavy and asphyxiating. It shriveled the minimal foliage that sparsely covered the hard wasteland. It scent the few creatures that had survived the chaotic end racing back into their burrows in the perpetual safety of underground. The sun sent its last few rays of heat on the bare, cracked burn. It no longer brought warmth to any life upon the earth. It only burned with the despair of the end.
A chasm, a deep grove in the earth, still and pitch black. Stone jutted from the sides, harshly in pointed jags, easily able to cut soft flesh. A haunting echo filled the chasm, guttering off the walls in an agonized call. It swerved, bounced, and sang until it faded into nothingness. Then, slowly, weakly out of the darkness, a single hand crawled and grasped the stones. Bruised and battered, its skin was torn upon and bled as the stones cut into the flesh. Another bruised hand joined its brethren, scraping vainly on the stones as a sigh, a human sigh flowed from the black chasm. Groans emitted from the darkness as a single form scrambled out of the pit, heaving as it collapsed on the hard, cracked ground.
The first thing the human saw was the burning sun and the strange dark gray clouds. It flinched, turning emerald eyes away from the bloody sky and staring at the land before it. A lost, hollow look drained the already ebbing strength from the forest eyes; weak. A pained groan uttered from the emerald-eyed being as it strained to rise from the dust and dirt. Slowly, agonizingly, it began to crawl as its teary eyes fixed on a dark shadow upon the horizon.
A sharp, short whistle.
A gasp, disbelieving as green eyes stared dully at the debris awaiting it. Knees scraped, bleeding, as the human rose from the ground. Stumbling steps, dark hair matted from blood, sweat, and dirt. Hands grasped at thin air, willing for something to hold onto. Tears, blubbering tears, trickled down a porcelain and smeared face. Head bowed, the creature stumbled toward the debris as the whistle echoed again.
Emerald eyes saw it now, at once, gazing at the rigid form atop that building, that fallen skyscraper. Wings folded, dark eyes scrutinizing the end. Exhausted now, drained as feet neared toward it. A final whistle, a question for companionship.
An answer in the wailing of a beaten soul.
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A/N: And it's finished...
Answering A Black Bird's Cry
---
The scent of decay and death still hung in the air, heavy and asphyxiating. It shriveled the minimal foliage that sparsely covered the hard wasteland. It scent the few creatures that had survived the chaotic end racing back into their burrows in the perpetual safety of underground. The sun sent its last few rays of heat on the bare, cracked burn. It no longer brought warmth to any life upon the earth. It only burned with the despair of the end.
A chasm, a deep grove in the earth, still and pitch black. Stone jutted from the sides, harshly in pointed jags, easily able to cut soft flesh. A haunting echo filled the chasm, guttering off the walls in an agonized call. It swerved, bounced, and sang until it faded into nothingness. Then, slowly, weakly out of the darkness, a single hand crawled and grasped the stones. Bruised and battered, its skin was torn upon and bled as the stones cut into the flesh. Another bruised hand joined its brethren, scraping vainly on the stones as a sigh, a human sigh flowed from the black chasm. Groans emitted from the darkness as a single form scrambled out of the pit, heaving as it collapsed on the hard, cracked ground.
The first thing the human saw was the burning sun and the strange dark gray clouds. It flinched, turning emerald eyes away from the bloody sky and staring at the land before it. A lost, hollow look drained the already ebbing strength from the forest eyes; weak. A pained groan uttered from the emerald-eyed being as it strained to rise from the dust and dirt. Slowly, agonizingly, it began to crawl as its teary eyes fixed on a dark shadow upon the horizon.
A sharp, short whistle.
A gasp, disbelieving as green eyes stared dully at the debris awaiting it. Knees scraped, bleeding, as the human rose from the ground. Stumbling steps, dark hair matted from blood, sweat, and dirt. Hands grasped at thin air, willing for something to hold onto. Tears, blubbering tears, trickled down a porcelain and smeared face. Head bowed, the creature stumbled toward the debris as the whistle echoed again.
Emerald eyes saw it now, at once, gazing at the rigid form atop that building, that fallen skyscraper. Wings folded, dark eyes scrutinizing the end. Exhausted now, drained as feet neared toward it. A final whistle, a question for companionship.
An answer in the wailing of a beaten soul.
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A/N: And it's finished...
