Post by Moonfire on Nov 10, 2009 15:49:01 GMT -5
Ice and snow poured from the sky. A never ending down pour of sleet and ice and snow. Never melting, just piling higher and higher all around her ship, in great snowy piles. The ship had been broken for weeks, the food supplies were nearly run out, the cold was seeping in more and more, chilling her to the bone, Mooney could feel her capillaries freezing and breaking beneath the pale skin. Bruising and bluing with the cold.
Wrapped tightly in her blankets, Moonfire stared out the window, knowing she needed to abandon her broken down ship. She needed to find shelter, somewhere... Out there. The snow and ice continued to pour around her, bury her alive in her metal coffin.
Why bother leaving? You'll just die anyway. Die in here or die out there, whats the difference? Shaking her head, long dark hair flowing freely over her face. Taking in a deep breath for a long moment, her options laid out before her. Fight to go on, fight to the last breath, or waste away like she had been all along seen stranded on this foresaken waste of a planet.
Standing, her tattered indigo robes swirling about her feet she walked to the Com-panel. Everything was dead, the only thing that kept her from freezing to death was the metal coffin all around her defending her from the icy winds, that and slight control of the force that helped to heat and warm her body, warming the very molecules within her to maintain blood flow and organ function. She grew weary though, weary of forcing herself alive, sitting and waiting for some miracle.
She couldn't make contact with anyone, she couldn't feel anyone, nor anything out in the great expanse of the universe. Nothing. At first this filled her with great anger, and great sadness. Now that too was replaced with nothingness. Numbness.
The snow and ice plowed down as steadily as ever. Quickly, quietly Moonfire gathered her things. Lightsaber, bag with basic provisions, blanket. Still wrapped and huddle with her many layers she closed her eyes, forcing the door of the ship open for the first time nearly a month. It gave a great shudder and crack as it pushed away, the howl of the wind and snow whipping past the young girl.
Slowly she stepped out into the unforgiving cold, ready to face either her saviour or death.
Hour passed, the howling wind and pelting snow pounded at her. The infernal cold threatening to freeze her to take her in by exhaustion. The land was unchanging. Unchanging, maddeningly white. The snow unbroken as far as the eye could see. Which in this snowy tempest wasn't all that far anyway.
Hope drained from the girl more and more with each step. This play was ending far too soon, and far too tradgically, as though the author himself felt his own end near and rushed to finish his greatest work before they met their own beautifully depressing end.
Blue eyes squinting, out there in the field of ever snowy white a looming figure all but rose out of the snow. Blinking, as though unbelieving that a savior could truly just rise from the ice and snow to wisk her away from the bitter end before her. Though what else could it be? This figure hulking towards the bundled up girl in the sea of ice and snow?
Her heart fell as she realized her mistake, her foolishness. The wampa descended slashing out at her, ripping with its fearsome claws through the many layers of robe and blanket. Blood poured warm and fresh, freezing against her skin in all its crimson glory. Crying out she toppled backward, not even able to find her lightsaber. Seizing her with its claws, ripping and tearing flesh more the girl cried out in angiush. This was the end. Death, finally.
Dragging her through the snow, the wounds still pumping and blood to freeze and stain in the snow beneath her, the Wampa headed to its cave. Now, it wouldn't just kill her now, that would be too kind. Laying back, watching the ever swirling and dancing snow, Moonfire laughed bitterly. The end was still nowhere in sight.
Wrapped tightly in her blankets, Moonfire stared out the window, knowing she needed to abandon her broken down ship. She needed to find shelter, somewhere... Out there. The snow and ice continued to pour around her, bury her alive in her metal coffin.
Why bother leaving? You'll just die anyway. Die in here or die out there, whats the difference? Shaking her head, long dark hair flowing freely over her face. Taking in a deep breath for a long moment, her options laid out before her. Fight to go on, fight to the last breath, or waste away like she had been all along seen stranded on this foresaken waste of a planet.
Standing, her tattered indigo robes swirling about her feet she walked to the Com-panel. Everything was dead, the only thing that kept her from freezing to death was the metal coffin all around her defending her from the icy winds, that and slight control of the force that helped to heat and warm her body, warming the very molecules within her to maintain blood flow and organ function. She grew weary though, weary of forcing herself alive, sitting and waiting for some miracle.
She couldn't make contact with anyone, she couldn't feel anyone, nor anything out in the great expanse of the universe. Nothing. At first this filled her with great anger, and great sadness. Now that too was replaced with nothingness. Numbness.
The snow and ice plowed down as steadily as ever. Quickly, quietly Moonfire gathered her things. Lightsaber, bag with basic provisions, blanket. Still wrapped and huddle with her many layers she closed her eyes, forcing the door of the ship open for the first time nearly a month. It gave a great shudder and crack as it pushed away, the howl of the wind and snow whipping past the young girl.
Slowly she stepped out into the unforgiving cold, ready to face either her saviour or death.
Hour passed, the howling wind and pelting snow pounded at her. The infernal cold threatening to freeze her to take her in by exhaustion. The land was unchanging. Unchanging, maddeningly white. The snow unbroken as far as the eye could see. Which in this snowy tempest wasn't all that far anyway.
Hope drained from the girl more and more with each step. This play was ending far too soon, and far too tradgically, as though the author himself felt his own end near and rushed to finish his greatest work before they met their own beautifully depressing end.
Blue eyes squinting, out there in the field of ever snowy white a looming figure all but rose out of the snow. Blinking, as though unbelieving that a savior could truly just rise from the ice and snow to wisk her away from the bitter end before her. Though what else could it be? This figure hulking towards the bundled up girl in the sea of ice and snow?
Her heart fell as she realized her mistake, her foolishness. The wampa descended slashing out at her, ripping with its fearsome claws through the many layers of robe and blanket. Blood poured warm and fresh, freezing against her skin in all its crimson glory. Crying out she toppled backward, not even able to find her lightsaber. Seizing her with its claws, ripping and tearing flesh more the girl cried out in angiush. This was the end. Death, finally.
Dragging her through the snow, the wounds still pumping and blood to freeze and stain in the snow beneath her, the Wampa headed to its cave. Now, it wouldn't just kill her now, that would be too kind. Laying back, watching the ever swirling and dancing snow, Moonfire laughed bitterly. The end was still nowhere in sight.