She Mounts The Steed
10-03-2018, 11:02 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-03-2018, 07:42 PM by Vancho1.)
She Mounts the Steed
imogen, do you remember me?
She climbs on she climbs on she climbs on she rides
the storm intensifies.
There is nothing but white.
"She's getting away! Somebody, stop her!"
Gunshots crack through the storm, then her ears begin to whine and it drowns out all other noise until she can hear nothing but white. In front of her eyes there is only snow. She is lost. She cannot see. She cannot hear. The cold goes deep into her bones and she is numb. She cannot feel. There is nothing. Nothing but her and the horse. The gray of the mare begins to fade into white, until she cannot see whose back she rides on. Only the feeling of motion tells her that she is still alive. There is nothing else in her world. And then, things stop.
Imogen blinks and looks around. She doesn't recognize her surroundings at all. The sky is a clear, cold blue, and the snow-covered hills stretch off into the distance. The trees are larger somehow, more healthy even though they lack their summer leaves. She spots ahead of her tracks through the snow leading to a path cutting through and off towards a small ridge. That certainly wasn't there before. She notices, too, that her horse has changed - still gray, but with a small horny nub extending from her head. She snorts as Imogen reaches down to touch it. Yep, real. She checks her uniform and finds everything as before, including her gun. Still loaded. She can still catch up to Sara, though she doesn't know where to go from there.
imogen, do you remember me?
She climbs on she climbs on she climbs on she rides
the storm intensifies.
There is nothing but white.
"She's getting away! Somebody, stop her!"
Gunshots crack through the storm, then her ears begin to whine and it drowns out all other noise until she can hear nothing but white. In front of her eyes there is only snow. She is lost. She cannot see. She cannot hear. The cold goes deep into her bones and she is numb. She cannot feel. There is nothing. Nothing but her and the horse. The gray of the mare begins to fade into white, until she cannot see whose back she rides on. Only the feeling of motion tells her that she is still alive. There is nothing else in her world. And then, things stop.
Imogen blinks and looks around. She doesn't recognize her surroundings at all. The sky is a clear, cold blue, and the snow-covered hills stretch off into the distance. The trees are larger somehow, more healthy even though they lack their summer leaves. She spots ahead of her tracks through the snow leading to a path cutting through and off towards a small ridge. That certainly wasn't there before. She notices, too, that her horse has changed - still gray, but with a small horny nub extending from her head. She snorts as Imogen reaches down to touch it. Yep, real. She checks her uniform and finds everything as before, including her gun. Still loaded. She can still catch up to Sara, though she doesn't know where to go from there.