07-14-2008, 02:39 AM
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set for the 12th of july, if you please. this is a pretty strange post.
Bleach had seen hundreds of cities in her lifetime—in every country imaginable with every creature imaginable—but had never conceived one as empty as it was vast. Her original purpose of finding and exploring the city was forgotten when she did find it. Exploration was now her top priority. With awe, the woman wandered its desolate streets alone, absorbing their lonliness through the dark soles of her feet.
Something stirred inside of her as the buildings stood above. It was like a separate consciousness living in her body, aching to explore the dead city of its own free will, like a cat pawing at the door, mewing and yowling to be let out into the yard. A sympathetic part of her wanted to let the being escape, unlocking her ribs like the doors of a cage. Yet a stronger part of her told her that would be a mistake; a starving animal will devour anything it comes across. She should know that better than anyone.
The Periokoi halted before the broken gates of a cemetary. A strange reverence came over her, washing away the calm fear she was experiencing moments before; the being inside of her, which had been feeding on the fear, was momentarily subdued and silenced. Rows and rows of blanched headstones stretched on all sides of her, and as she passed them, catching glimpses and fragments of names, a morbid thrill went through her. Bleach sank onto a solitary, steadfast bench, clutching her hands. Multitudes of humans were under her feet, all around her. Dead, yes, but still there.
In her chest, the being purred.