Post by Arun on Sept 8, 2009 14:36:27 GMT -5
ooc- Sorry, I would've replied to the other thread. But she's confined herself to the Infirmary, so here she be.
bic- The sun always seemed to slow down as it got closer to setting. So sunsets lasted forever. To the otter, they were the quiet before the storm. During the day she was usually alright. She could do something to keep the dead at bay. But during the night there were no barriers. She was on her own. Darkness brought no relief, only a reminder.
Arun sat on the bed with her head buried in her paws. Her shoulders shook, but she was silent. Suddenly she looked up, her dry, bloodshot eyes staring out onto the grounds. She stood up, going to the window. Her movements were those of someone who knew they could do anything. But she stumbled as if blind. The otter took a deep breath of the warm night air and closed her eyes. But they flew open again, the darkness of her own mind wasn't safe either.
Arun's left paw clutched at the windowsill, the knuckles turning white. Her right paw was heavily bandaged and hung limply at her side. Arun looked at it angrily, the bandages wrapped around her ribs were annoying. But the beating wouldn't have made a difference to her. Except that her paw was as good as useless now. The sun had really set now and the deep shadows sharpened her features. Arun was really shaking now, and she turned sharply away from the window. She stood for a moment, then turned back to the wall and closed her eyes.
Arun cocked her right paw behind her head and took a deep breath, then she drove the broken bones into the wall. The young otters spine stiffened as agony raced up her arm, but she ignored the pain. Again and again she hit the wall, keeping silent as the broken knuckles hitting the wood scraped against each other. I've caused so much more pain then this. She screamed at herself over and over, punctuating the pouding she was giving the wall.
Suddently Arun fell to her knees. Her shoulders heaved and she threw up, pain and fear seeming to squeaze her stomach several times. Arun was really crying now, her tears running down the grove in her cheeck. The otter maid rolled away from her vomit and colapsed ontot he ground.
bic- The sun always seemed to slow down as it got closer to setting. So sunsets lasted forever. To the otter, they were the quiet before the storm. During the day she was usually alright. She could do something to keep the dead at bay. But during the night there were no barriers. She was on her own. Darkness brought no relief, only a reminder.
Arun sat on the bed with her head buried in her paws. Her shoulders shook, but she was silent. Suddenly she looked up, her dry, bloodshot eyes staring out onto the grounds. She stood up, going to the window. Her movements were those of someone who knew they could do anything. But she stumbled as if blind. The otter took a deep breath of the warm night air and closed her eyes. But they flew open again, the darkness of her own mind wasn't safe either.
Arun's left paw clutched at the windowsill, the knuckles turning white. Her right paw was heavily bandaged and hung limply at her side. Arun looked at it angrily, the bandages wrapped around her ribs were annoying. But the beating wouldn't have made a difference to her. Except that her paw was as good as useless now. The sun had really set now and the deep shadows sharpened her features. Arun was really shaking now, and she turned sharply away from the window. She stood for a moment, then turned back to the wall and closed her eyes.
Arun cocked her right paw behind her head and took a deep breath, then she drove the broken bones into the wall. The young otters spine stiffened as agony raced up her arm, but she ignored the pain. Again and again she hit the wall, keeping silent as the broken knuckles hitting the wood scraped against each other. I've caused so much more pain then this. She screamed at herself over and over, punctuating the pouding she was giving the wall.
Suddently Arun fell to her knees. Her shoulders heaved and she threw up, pain and fear seeming to squeaze her stomach several times. Arun was really crying now, her tears running down the grove in her cheeck. The otter maid rolled away from her vomit and colapsed ontot he ground.