Knave
08-22-10, 04:43 PM
Forces of wind roared as they lashed the snow-capped peaks from the mountaintops. Floodwaters accumulating high up on the mountain broke free of their basins, and mixed with the last avalanches of snow to sweep down on Radasanth. The capital city vanished into the glacial drift. Those with their windows unboarded, would find the water invading their homes, and drowning them where they lived, slept, loved, begged, and died. Those buildings that proved tighter were immediately sunken, and in places frozen over.
Icy missiles and liquid hail pelted everything under an oppressive sheet of rain. Single droplets falling from the heavens hit with such speed as to cause back to shatter beneath them. By the billions, they pounded, and the forest of Concordia began to fall. The weather like an axe felled the trees, and drowned out their cracking howls with it own. Within the hour, every tree that had not fallen fell into a crooked and uniform slant. Underwood’s blackened remains flew into the air, carriages and coffins hurled for miles into every direction.
The only thing unchanging was the dark sky as it pummeled Corone with all its power. It filled the Rivers Firewinner and Bradbury, and turning those small ravines into paths, it surged from north to south bursting damns, and swallowing up fishing vessels where they moored. The vast majority of Corone itself, being a basin, had no relief or release by which the water might flow.
Relentless, and unending, it poured on the punishment of the Thayne’s for the sins of humankind. Sorcerers who had sensed the news walled themselves away in the Citadel and the remains of Dansdel. Those who lacked the connection with the world at large were by luck spared. The devout prayed as the waters raised in their homes, thinking of why this was happening, and thinking that they had done something to deserve this. Those gods who were listening certainly the Coronian’s in their plight.
The waves emboldened, smashed against the shore, swallowing sand and housing as they dragged the land underwater. The walls of Serenti and Jadet, which sat closest to the beach, fell once undermined in the most literal way by nature’s elements. Those cities walls were soon crumbling, and great blocks of stone falling both in and out with audible booms signaled their destruction, soon placing Serenti and Jadet completely underwater.
‘Can’t breath.’ ‘Just close your eyes.’ ‘Wallace is still out there!’ ‘I don’t have enough food to feed you… you owe me! Leave!’ ‘Papa loves you.’ ‘I’ll die as I lived, right.’ ‘I’m not leaving, and you can—’ A frightening deluge of fear.
Character is what you are when no one can realize what you are… in the days to come, a great deal would be revealed.
***
“Let’s keep smiling… let’s keep laughing.”
Ace sat huddled in a stranger’s arms, two other children held protectively in those warm arms. There had no been much time to change, or to properly clothe himself, but Lawrence had done the best he could to build ties. He had reduced himself to nearly four feet in height, made himself a child to the naked eye, and with tears in his eyes worked his way into a safer house than his own when the water had begun to rise. He was still soaked after hours of waiting. The mother of two comforted a third… he was not comfortable. The disaster had terrified him more than he would ever know… those had been real tears, and he still taste them on his cheeks. How long has it been since I last creid? He couldn’t remember, and poked at the memory with an detachment. He was always somewhat afraid… but never like that.
“Let’s be happy…”
Shrugging off the hand that had clutched him for dear life, Ace got off the bed, chest bare, his pants synched up by a belt. The woman who had been so kind to him kept singing in her semi-awake daze. A smile on his face in case she opened her eyes, but she never did. He made his way into the hall, not bothering to shut the door on the bedroom. The halls were dark, and toys floated lifelessly in still waters. Tiny footsteps splashed in ankle high depths. The water stirred oddly, forced away under the weight of his body, but quickly chilling his skin as it returned.
Finding no one else in the apartment, Ace made his way into the kitchen, his head put forward, and his nostrils flaring as he breathed in the scents of food. He could smell potatoes, vegetables, and salted meats in the pantry, but when he opened it, he was gravely disappointed. There was hardly enough food for two people, and certainly not enough for four. ‘Not enough for me.’ He thought, sifting through the small collection of foods. The sounds of clinking jars, and opened ran past him as he crept farther inside, before pulling himself back to rest on his knees. In one hand, he held a paper wrapped package containing single sausage, the size of it alone making it a small meal.
Unrepentant, he stripped the meat of covering and began eating as he sloshed back through the hall, and then out onto the second color balcony. Forcing the door open, he took in the tiny town of Svalta in all its distress. The city was more than ten feet deep in the hurricane waters, and the peaks of small buildings were the new homes of the people that perched there. The red headed child looked across this watery vista, and finding no one interested in his plight more than their own, decided to leave. It smelled like foul water… and obviously enough, rain. He leaned against the rails, kicking at the water through the bars, experimenting with childish fidgeting before he left.
Sucking at the last of the sausage held between his teeth, he flexed his hands… watching the kin fuse together. It tingled, and pinched… and hurt[/] as he stretched the kin, using this act to take his attention away from the slits that carved themselves into his neck. Blood ran down his shoulders, arms, and back, He chewed with slightly larger teeth than he had, the shock of it all taking away the attention to detail that had allowed him to survive this long. Caught up in the destruction, he was no longer aware of the dim traces of bovine sausage on his tongue.
Finally satisfied, he threw himself over the iron bars, and dived.
[I]In times of crises there are always good people, I need better ones than this.
Icy missiles and liquid hail pelted everything under an oppressive sheet of rain. Single droplets falling from the heavens hit with such speed as to cause back to shatter beneath them. By the billions, they pounded, and the forest of Concordia began to fall. The weather like an axe felled the trees, and drowned out their cracking howls with it own. Within the hour, every tree that had not fallen fell into a crooked and uniform slant. Underwood’s blackened remains flew into the air, carriages and coffins hurled for miles into every direction.
The only thing unchanging was the dark sky as it pummeled Corone with all its power. It filled the Rivers Firewinner and Bradbury, and turning those small ravines into paths, it surged from north to south bursting damns, and swallowing up fishing vessels where they moored. The vast majority of Corone itself, being a basin, had no relief or release by which the water might flow.
Relentless, and unending, it poured on the punishment of the Thayne’s for the sins of humankind. Sorcerers who had sensed the news walled themselves away in the Citadel and the remains of Dansdel. Those who lacked the connection with the world at large were by luck spared. The devout prayed as the waters raised in their homes, thinking of why this was happening, and thinking that they had done something to deserve this. Those gods who were listening certainly the Coronian’s in their plight.
The waves emboldened, smashed against the shore, swallowing sand and housing as they dragged the land underwater. The walls of Serenti and Jadet, which sat closest to the beach, fell once undermined in the most literal way by nature’s elements. Those cities walls were soon crumbling, and great blocks of stone falling both in and out with audible booms signaled their destruction, soon placing Serenti and Jadet completely underwater.
‘Can’t breath.’ ‘Just close your eyes.’ ‘Wallace is still out there!’ ‘I don’t have enough food to feed you… you owe me! Leave!’ ‘Papa loves you.’ ‘I’ll die as I lived, right.’ ‘I’m not leaving, and you can—’ A frightening deluge of fear.
Character is what you are when no one can realize what you are… in the days to come, a great deal would be revealed.
***
“Let’s keep smiling… let’s keep laughing.”
Ace sat huddled in a stranger’s arms, two other children held protectively in those warm arms. There had no been much time to change, or to properly clothe himself, but Lawrence had done the best he could to build ties. He had reduced himself to nearly four feet in height, made himself a child to the naked eye, and with tears in his eyes worked his way into a safer house than his own when the water had begun to rise. He was still soaked after hours of waiting. The mother of two comforted a third… he was not comfortable. The disaster had terrified him more than he would ever know… those had been real tears, and he still taste them on his cheeks. How long has it been since I last creid? He couldn’t remember, and poked at the memory with an detachment. He was always somewhat afraid… but never like that.
“Let’s be happy…”
Shrugging off the hand that had clutched him for dear life, Ace got off the bed, chest bare, his pants synched up by a belt. The woman who had been so kind to him kept singing in her semi-awake daze. A smile on his face in case she opened her eyes, but she never did. He made his way into the hall, not bothering to shut the door on the bedroom. The halls were dark, and toys floated lifelessly in still waters. Tiny footsteps splashed in ankle high depths. The water stirred oddly, forced away under the weight of his body, but quickly chilling his skin as it returned.
Finding no one else in the apartment, Ace made his way into the kitchen, his head put forward, and his nostrils flaring as he breathed in the scents of food. He could smell potatoes, vegetables, and salted meats in the pantry, but when he opened it, he was gravely disappointed. There was hardly enough food for two people, and certainly not enough for four. ‘Not enough for me.’ He thought, sifting through the small collection of foods. The sounds of clinking jars, and opened ran past him as he crept farther inside, before pulling himself back to rest on his knees. In one hand, he held a paper wrapped package containing single sausage, the size of it alone making it a small meal.
Unrepentant, he stripped the meat of covering and began eating as he sloshed back through the hall, and then out onto the second color balcony. Forcing the door open, he took in the tiny town of Svalta in all its distress. The city was more than ten feet deep in the hurricane waters, and the peaks of small buildings were the new homes of the people that perched there. The red headed child looked across this watery vista, and finding no one interested in his plight more than their own, decided to leave. It smelled like foul water… and obviously enough, rain. He leaned against the rails, kicking at the water through the bars, experimenting with childish fidgeting before he left.
Sucking at the last of the sausage held between his teeth, he flexed his hands… watching the kin fuse together. It tingled, and pinched… and hurt[/] as he stretched the kin, using this act to take his attention away from the slits that carved themselves into his neck. Blood ran down his shoulders, arms, and back, He chewed with slightly larger teeth than he had, the shock of it all taking away the attention to detail that had allowed him to survive this long. Caught up in the destruction, he was no longer aware of the dim traces of bovine sausage on his tongue.
Finally satisfied, he threw himself over the iron bars, and dived.
[I]In times of crises there are always good people, I need better ones than this.