@Caiaphas
It had been days since the storm had passed, and those very days were spent in blackness. Shego would never get those days back, but at long last the battered and bruised wretch rose and spewed forth thin strings of seaweed and brine both. Unsteadily she rose to all fours, worse for wear but quite alive. Well, of course; it was not time to cut her own chord. The vessel that carried Atropos was beneath a rocky outcropping, where she blended well with the shadows and disappeared when the tide rose. The rocks were high enough to keep her out of the waters reach, but were she not shoved and wedged between a narrow space her story would have ended (deny it though she would).
The tide was low, and so she scuttled onto the sand as clumsily as a crab who had lost a leg would. She sneezed what felt like a thousand times, ridding her nose of salt and whatever else had crawled into there and she had hosted.
Her face puckered into a sour, displeased look, and the bedraggled witch looked to the sky and sniffed. She remembered a storm, but hadn't any idea in the slightest how she had ended up here. Against the winds she had been as frail as a leaf and as such she had been tossed and beaten to the sea. In the end, she ended up upon this Sound.
Whatever. Time to head back. Wherever that was. She had her vertigo to thank, and she clung to the ground like some pissed cat, back hunched and hackles lifted. Shego stumbled forward, even as the world continued to spin.
It had been days since the storm had passed, and those very days were spent in blackness. Shego would never get those days back, but at long last the battered and bruised wretch rose and spewed forth thin strings of seaweed and brine both. Unsteadily she rose to all fours, worse for wear but quite alive. Well, of course; it was not time to cut her own chord. The vessel that carried Atropos was beneath a rocky outcropping, where she blended well with the shadows and disappeared when the tide rose. The rocks were high enough to keep her out of the waters reach, but were she not shoved and wedged between a narrow space her story would have ended (deny it though she would).
The tide was low, and so she scuttled onto the sand as clumsily as a crab who had lost a leg would. She sneezed what felt like a thousand times, ridding her nose of salt and whatever else had crawled into there and she had hosted.
Her face puckered into a sour, displeased look, and the bedraggled witch looked to the sky and sniffed. She remembered a storm, but hadn't any idea in the slightest how she had ended up here. Against the winds she had been as frail as a leaf and as such she had been tossed and beaten to the sea. In the end, she ended up upon this Sound.
Whatever. Time to head back. Wherever that was. She had her vertigo to thank, and she clung to the ground like some pissed cat, back hunched and hackles lifted. Shego stumbled forward, even as the world continued to spin.
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gone gone gone - by Shego - August 18, 2015, 11:13 AM
RE: gone gone gone - by Caiaphas - August 27, 2015, 02:55 PM
RE: gone gone gone - by Shego - August 28, 2015, 12:02 PM
RE: gone gone gone - by Caiaphas - August 28, 2015, 01:20 PM
RE: gone gone gone - by Shego - August 28, 2015, 01:33 PM
RE: gone gone gone - by Caiaphas - August 28, 2015, 01:54 PM
RE: gone gone gone - by Shego - August 28, 2015, 02:03 PM
RE: gone gone gone - by Caiaphas - August 28, 2015, 02:12 PM
RE: gone gone gone - by Shego - August 28, 2015, 02:31 PM
RE: gone gone gone - by Caiaphas - August 28, 2015, 02:35 PM
RE: gone gone gone - by Shego - August 28, 2015, 02:58 PM
RE: gone gone gone - by Caiaphas - August 29, 2015, 09:08 PM