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Log; Open & Incomplete
When; Monday morning, Nov. 12th
Rating; TBA
Characters; Stella Olemaun [![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ressurectnlight], and [Open] to beach-goers...
Summary; At dawn, the City’s newest arrival awakens on the beach...
Log;
Rating; TBA
Characters; Stella Olemaun [
ressurectnlight], and [Open] to beach-goers...Summary; At dawn, the City’s newest arrival awakens on the beach...
Log;
On the last sunrise together, Stella held Eben close, felt her heart shutter and embrace tighten when his anguished scream erupted into the morning sky then slacken as his burning body crumbled in her arms, and ashes drifted away on the wind.
One last sunrise together... Stella couldn’t bear to watch the sun rise anymore. In dismay, she recoiled from the first light over the picturesque sight. But her body wasn’t filled with pain, but rather, paralyzed by an unspeakable despair that saturated every fiber of her being. As Stella expelled the salt water from her lungs and clenched the wet sand beneath her splayed fingers, a harrowing flood of memories washed over and threatened to drown the prone woman. Survival had been a Phyrric victory at best.
Thoughts of Barrow’s doomed fate, and the loss of her husband Eben, their friends, and the faces of all those who the sheriff had failed- the living and the dead- haunted her still. But like the sand, they too slipped away as a rush of water, a breaking wave, splashed over her, dampening her parka, soaking the fur and feathers down insulation forcing her to fully awake, regain her senses and turn her mind to other things- namely the foreign surroundings and the dawning of a new day.
Lifting her head, through wet locks green eyes stared in marked disbelief at the warming climate, out over a snowless, color-filled land, endless rolling waves and sandy shores with the excited, breathless cries of sea birds hung on the air. And not a speck of snow to be found. Definitely *not* Alaska. But at least it wasn’t night. It wasn’t Dark.
Feeling for subtle comfort of her cuffs and side arm, Stella was sorely disappointed to find the gun lacking. Where its full magizane was, was probably best answered by whoever brought her here. Shuffling off the heavy parka, made all the heavier by the water soaking the down insulation, the young woman was left to wander down the long stretch of empty beach. With two questions hung on her lips: Where am I? What do I do now?
One last sunrise together... Stella couldn’t bear to watch the sun rise anymore. In dismay, she recoiled from the first light over the picturesque sight. But her body wasn’t filled with pain, but rather, paralyzed by an unspeakable despair that saturated every fiber of her being. As Stella expelled the salt water from her lungs and clenched the wet sand beneath her splayed fingers, a harrowing flood of memories washed over and threatened to drown the prone woman. Survival had been a Phyrric victory at best.
Thoughts of Barrow’s doomed fate, and the loss of her husband Eben, their friends, and the faces of all those who the sheriff had failed- the living and the dead- haunted her still. But like the sand, they too slipped away as a rush of water, a breaking wave, splashed over her, dampening her parka, soaking the fur and feathers down insulation forcing her to fully awake, regain her senses and turn her mind to other things- namely the foreign surroundings and the dawning of a new day.
Lifting her head, through wet locks green eyes stared in marked disbelief at the warming climate, out over a snowless, color-filled land, endless rolling waves and sandy shores with the excited, breathless cries of sea birds hung on the air. And not a speck of snow to be found. Definitely *not* Alaska. But at least it wasn’t night. It wasn’t Dark.
Feeling for subtle comfort of her cuffs and side arm, Stella was sorely disappointed to find the gun lacking. Where its full magizane was, was probably best answered by whoever brought her here. Shuffling off the heavy parka, made all the heavier by the water soaking the down insulation, the young woman was left to wander down the long stretch of empty beach. With two questions hung on her lips: Where am I? What do I do now?