Post by spudnik on Sept 12, 2011 18:39:26 GMT -8
((((((((THIS STORY PRE-APPROVED BY SADORI))))))))
The nights in front of the fireplace were cozy. they warmed Sadori's heart in these cold winter months. Olorae beside her on the leather couch, laid down as the fire softly croaked. Sadori lay on her left side, eyes slowly closing as the fire reflected orange in her retinas. in moments she would be in the space between worlds, full of magic and mystery; she welcomed that world and sweetly kissed its fragrant and welcoming embrace but she was whisked not into a place of magic and mystery; it was the day the Echoes happened on Spudnik's corpse.
Sadori thought the stench would have been gone, but the flies disagreed. in a flash, she was remembering the blood stained floor, his legs, his feet, and his great upper body in three ends of a four walled room. for what seemed a splinter of a second, she saw his mouth move to whisper in a gasping airy sound, her name.
the cold woke her. she only cracked her eyes, to see the shards of the embers of the fire still aglow, but felt a brisk breeze. she got up off the couch, careful not to wake Olorae. softly her feet trod the wooden floor, bare against its laquer. she moved towards the fireplace to put another log on the embers when her great toe sheathed itself in the hole in the floor left by Spudnik. she recalled instantly watching kaevra sit on the couch and watch Spudnik do his pushups.
a slight smile creased her lips to think on the times they all spent with Spudnik. yet the thought of his corpse quenched her happiness. she took a knit blanket from the end of the couch and slowly, quietly, made her way as a mouse would; through the corridors, down to the end of the hall. the door stood tall and wooden. it had no thought of emotion, she remembered when Spudnik broke the door. his massive fist pierced the wood easily.
she moved her hand to the doorknob. turned it gently, tenderly, remembering her assassin training. it clicked open and she was in. the pale moon light glowed through the window in the room; giving a faint shadow to his stoic face. Spudnik looked dead. he was asleep for so long it was hard to tell. she dare not take his pulse, but did what she knew worked. she unsheathed a small dagger, kept on her belt. it was silver and shiny. she laid the dagger's shiny side near his nose. it fogged ever so slightly. Spudnik was alive, still.
a slight smile creased her lips again. looking upon him from this angle, she remembered in a flash, the day Gronnoor sacrificed himself to re-animate Spudnik. she remembered his great wide brow, covered in dirt, rising as he sat up his eyes low as he sat up from his tomb in the deep dirt; rieking of death.
she imagined him rising again, from his bed in the hall, in the same manner. what happened next filled her with terror. she thought she saw him sit up, and turn to her... she closed her eyes, recoiled in her blanket, and made for the door. it was only a dream, she knew it. it was too real. she got back to the couch and lay down, hugging Olorae tightly.
The nights in front of the fireplace were cozy. they warmed Sadori's heart in these cold winter months. Olorae beside her on the leather couch, laid down as the fire softly croaked. Sadori lay on her left side, eyes slowly closing as the fire reflected orange in her retinas. in moments she would be in the space between worlds, full of magic and mystery; she welcomed that world and sweetly kissed its fragrant and welcoming embrace but she was whisked not into a place of magic and mystery; it was the day the Echoes happened on Spudnik's corpse.
Sadori thought the stench would have been gone, but the flies disagreed. in a flash, she was remembering the blood stained floor, his legs, his feet, and his great upper body in three ends of a four walled room. for what seemed a splinter of a second, she saw his mouth move to whisper in a gasping airy sound, her name.
the cold woke her. she only cracked her eyes, to see the shards of the embers of the fire still aglow, but felt a brisk breeze. she got up off the couch, careful not to wake Olorae. softly her feet trod the wooden floor, bare against its laquer. she moved towards the fireplace to put another log on the embers when her great toe sheathed itself in the hole in the floor left by Spudnik. she recalled instantly watching kaevra sit on the couch and watch Spudnik do his pushups.
a slight smile creased her lips to think on the times they all spent with Spudnik. yet the thought of his corpse quenched her happiness. she took a knit blanket from the end of the couch and slowly, quietly, made her way as a mouse would; through the corridors, down to the end of the hall. the door stood tall and wooden. it had no thought of emotion, she remembered when Spudnik broke the door. his massive fist pierced the wood easily.
she moved her hand to the doorknob. turned it gently, tenderly, remembering her assassin training. it clicked open and she was in. the pale moon light glowed through the window in the room; giving a faint shadow to his stoic face. Spudnik looked dead. he was asleep for so long it was hard to tell. she dare not take his pulse, but did what she knew worked. she unsheathed a small dagger, kept on her belt. it was silver and shiny. she laid the dagger's shiny side near his nose. it fogged ever so slightly. Spudnik was alive, still.
a slight smile creased her lips again. looking upon him from this angle, she remembered in a flash, the day Gronnoor sacrificed himself to re-animate Spudnik. she remembered his great wide brow, covered in dirt, rising as he sat up his eyes low as he sat up from his tomb in the deep dirt; rieking of death.
she imagined him rising again, from his bed in the hall, in the same manner. what happened next filled her with terror. she thought she saw him sit up, and turn to her... she closed her eyes, recoiled in her blanket, and made for the door. it was only a dream, she knew it. it was too real. she got back to the couch and lay down, hugging Olorae tightly.