Post by APRIL ULAYA on Feb 25, 2011 9:12:11 GMT -5
| [bg=212121][atrb=style,border: 3px solid #121100;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true] If this is what I call home He was choking. There was air, he knew intuitively that oxygen was all around him but he couldn’t bring any of it into his lungs. No matter how much he thrashed and writhed and twisted he couldn’t free himself. Worse yet was that he was fighting some terrible monster and couldn’t see it. All that he could register was the blackness he had inadvertently fallen prey to, not even sure as to when it had occurred. What he was certain of was that this wasn’t the fickle shadows he was familiar with but a thick thing with substance. It poured itself down his throat, invading his body until he felt like he may dissolve into it and be no more. How frighteningly easy it consumed, swallowed everything and condemned him to what could only be called primeval darkness. With the blackness coiled around him, looming over him, April felt the familiar touch of fear shiver through him as he continued to flail. His mind was trying to make sense of it, make sense of this phenomenon when there was no time for him to be thinking of why he couldn’t see through it or what exactly was suffocating him. All he needed to know was that he was dying, slowly, painfully. There was no light here, wherever that was. He could feel air but his peripheral senses captured no source, only this all-consuming gloom, trapped in a place with no bars but more fortified than any cage. Whimpers came in soft peels as April jerked, gaping and shuddering and finally noise and reality seemed to create themselves for his comfort. The suffocating dark shattered or perhaps receded was the better term for how it crept to the edges of his restored vision and disappeared leaving April staring into the pale ceiling above his head. Blinking experimentally, assuring himself that he was free from the prison with no walls, he began to catalogue his situation. His breathing was erratic and his skin was covered in sweat, he was hotter than he could ever remember being and spring hadn’t really come yet to offer the kind of heat he was experiencing. The mattress creaked; vaguely he began to recollect that he’d come home and all but collapsed in his bed. It looked as if he’d been fighting his sheets in fact as they were twined around his legs and locking around his ankles, even one of his arms was wrapped in the restricting fabric. Gingerly he pushed himself into a seated position, the covers falling away from his arm limply as he raised it to run his clawed hand through his tousled black hair. His wings felt stiff and rigid from lying on them so long. ‘Stretch.’ It didn’t sound like too bad of an idea and of course April’s kind of stretching was more than a few squats and a rousing set of palliates. A wrinkle formed in April’s brow as he untied his legs and swung them out of bed and relaxed marginally at the cool wood floor that greedily soaked up the heat from his feet. Leadenly he crossed the room and toward the open window and hummed his approval at the fresh gust that blasted his uncomfortably heated skin. Not waiting to check for eyes, April climbed though it, forcing his wings as tightly against his back as he could manage and crawling onto the fire escape. The metal sung as his talons grated along its bars but he hoped he was being quiet enough to not wake his neighbors who would likely not take kindly to what he was about to do. An observer might fear that there may be a crime scene in a few moments for the shifter had clambered onto the guardrail and tipped forward in a downward freefall that looked every bit as intentional as it had been meant to be. However he had other things on his agenda. He may hate shifters and being one with a passion, but he’d come to enjoy flying. His wings fanned wide, black leathery and strong enough to support him, they caught the current generated from his momentum and suddenly his dive became soaring. He climbed the sky as though he were being reeled in on a hook, ascending in a straight line between the buildings until he crested their rooftops and gained a view of the city that no room in the complex could provide. WHY DO I FEEL SO ALONE? so tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love? |
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