12-02-2010, 06:20 PM
Her mind flipped between the realms of consciousness and nothingness with the haste and inconsistency of a child luperci first learning to shift. She was aware of the heat. It resided in her eyes as an irritating burn, in her legs as a drum of numbness, in her back as a stiff hill, and in her lungs as an unpleasant blister. She wasn’t sure which was the most uncomfortable. The lot were flies drinking from her tear ducts; they were annoying and their tongues pressing the bulb of her cornea was an agitation she was unable to rid herself of no matter how many times she waved her hand ‘round her face. While only half aware of being awake, the fae’s tongue slowly stretched its raspberry arm from her parted lips and lapped aimless across her nose. That, too, was warm. She rested here, the place where her tongue had wiped quickly becoming numb from the cold as if a steel rebar had been chilled then pressed against it. Her nostrils twitched at the change in temperature. This, was not warm. The woman heavily peeled open one iris-less eye and rolled it into focus.
She hadn’t been asleep after all. Why, then, was everything besides her nose so hot?
With a flipping motion that pulled her fur opposite her muscles, Ykesha’s head lopped to the other side. Her eyes were open half-heartedly, yet they held no focus nor adjusted to do so. She felt her ribs pressed to the soil and the odd angle at her neck. What sort of position had she gotten herself into? With an uncaring heave the brindled body attempted to erect itself proper, but no paws reacted to her will, and the heaviness of her chest proved too great a weight to bully. Her body remained lifeless. Only the wind gently lifting her pelt gave her movement. She breathed shallowly, the skin on her face hanging limp like clothes from a drying line. The woman felt strangely like a moth with one wing missing. There was pain, but her nervous system was too primitive to discern its cause nor where it was coming from. In her ignorance, she’d still try to take flight before she realized what exactly had gone wrong. It was a long fall from a height of three inches if your body weighs less than a feather.
Yet something that weighed significantly more than a feather had fallen on her. Ykesha’s skin jumped, rippling the way a horse’s does when tickled. Both ears pricked in surprise and with reserves she hadn’t yet called on she pulled her face ‘round to stare at the source of this sudden disturbance. Her moon-like eyes widened at the sight of another luperci squatted beside her. His hand was at her side; this explained the sudden touch. He was speaking - his lips moved with efficiency and intelligence - yet she only dully recognized the words rolling from his narrow chest.
“‘If you can hear me, please do not move.’”
“Whaaa?..” her voice was so soft that the sound which dripped from her open mouth seemed more a whine than a word. She blinked forcefully while staring at him, and with a swimming effect, he came into greater focus. Jackal. Man. He was very small. She lifted her head with enormous effort and when it floated precariously several inches from the ground she locked eyes with him.
“Where have…” she breathed heavily, attempting to quiet the fire within her chest enough to speak. “…I come to? There’s--” No good. With an explosion akin to orgasm her body convulsed and a bloody froth shot from her mouth so splatter the ground. She coughed terribly, her eyes squeezed shut in concentration as something horrid moved within her lungs. This coughing lasted no more than 4 seconds, but had rendered her too weary to speak. Her head fell to the earth, white coat now speckled in the red foam she’d ejected.
She hadn’t been asleep after all. Why, then, was everything besides her nose so hot?
With a flipping motion that pulled her fur opposite her muscles, Ykesha’s head lopped to the other side. Her eyes were open half-heartedly, yet they held no focus nor adjusted to do so. She felt her ribs pressed to the soil and the odd angle at her neck. What sort of position had she gotten herself into? With an uncaring heave the brindled body attempted to erect itself proper, but no paws reacted to her will, and the heaviness of her chest proved too great a weight to bully. Her body remained lifeless. Only the wind gently lifting her pelt gave her movement. She breathed shallowly, the skin on her face hanging limp like clothes from a drying line. The woman felt strangely like a moth with one wing missing. There was pain, but her nervous system was too primitive to discern its cause nor where it was coming from. In her ignorance, she’d still try to take flight before she realized what exactly had gone wrong. It was a long fall from a height of three inches if your body weighs less than a feather.
Yet something that weighed significantly more than a feather had fallen on her. Ykesha’s skin jumped, rippling the way a horse’s does when tickled. Both ears pricked in surprise and with reserves she hadn’t yet called on she pulled her face ‘round to stare at the source of this sudden disturbance. Her moon-like eyes widened at the sight of another luperci squatted beside her. His hand was at her side; this explained the sudden touch. He was speaking - his lips moved with efficiency and intelligence - yet she only dully recognized the words rolling from his narrow chest.
“‘If you can hear me, please do not move.’”
“Whaaa?..” her voice was so soft that the sound which dripped from her open mouth seemed more a whine than a word. She blinked forcefully while staring at him, and with a swimming effect, he came into greater focus. Jackal. Man. He was very small. She lifted her head with enormous effort and when it floated precariously several inches from the ground she locked eyes with him.
“Where have…” she breathed heavily, attempting to quiet the fire within her chest enough to speak. “…I come to? There’s--” No good. With an explosion akin to orgasm her body convulsed and a bloody froth shot from her mouth so splatter the ground. She coughed terribly, her eyes squeezed shut in concentration as something horrid moved within her lungs. This coughing lasted no more than 4 seconds, but had rendered her too weary to speak. Her head fell to the earth, white coat now speckled in the red foam she’d ejected.