Another limb sought to join its brother through the soil, clawing with a vicious force at clumps of dirt and grass and rock, seeking the void that seemed a chilling relief to the fire burning in its chest. Its mouth opened, heedless of the earth that pressed in, tasted age and rot and a damp sickness on its tongue, and then coughed into the oppressive shadow, pushing up further from the grave. Above, the monument stacked carefully at the grave-head wobbled as the soil churned.
When unknown fingers wrapped spindly bone about its freed limb, it was as though a curse had been dispelled. Vague memories scattered at the touch, fleeing to far corners unreachable and leaving behind only a sharp terror and the keen awareness of one buried.Â
Alive.Â
The not-corpse gripped the hand that had found it until its muscles ached in the same way its lungs screamed for air, and it was with this leverage that it managed a great heave that dislodged much of the soil packed down around it. A body lurched up from the grave, still buried waist down, painted in mud and grass and old blood. Wild eyes, impossibly blue in the ominous, angered shadows of the Shroud, rolled about in confusion as its mouth hung open, gasping for air it could finally take in. It coughed and sputtered and did nothing but try to breathe.
When unknown fingers wrapped spindly bone about its freed limb, it was as though a curse had been dispelled. Vague memories scattered at the touch, fleeing to far corners unreachable and leaving behind only a sharp terror and the keen awareness of one buried.Â
Alive.Â
The not-corpse gripped the hand that had found it until its muscles ached in the same way its lungs screamed for air, and it was with this leverage that it managed a great heave that dislodged much of the soil packed down around it. A body lurched up from the grave, still buried waist down, painted in mud and grass and old blood. Wild eyes, impossibly blue in the ominous, angered shadows of the Shroud, rolled about in confusion as its mouth hung open, gasping for air it could finally take in. It coughed and sputtered and did nothing but try to breathe.
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"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
Hipparion Tribe (Sagolii)Â - Â Antimony Jhanhi's Wiki
