Re: The Delicious Engagement [Round 0: Do Something Interesting]
06-05-2010, 06:42 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Nodge.
Swhales clutched his head as the sound pierced his ears. The shrieking cries of Umbra were overwhelming, agonising. As his vision began to fade, he raised a shaking hand from his ear, placed it to his torc and croaked out a desperate,
"Help!"
The gentle laughter of Macha, a Goddess of war, of dominance, of Cunning and Death floated down through the arena. As each note of her laugh struck, all other sound was blotted out. It was not loud; it seemed as if no other noise was willing to share the air with it, fleeing to safer moments. The participants, except for a struggling Sirius and Umbra, grew still as the air quickly filled with the oppressively silent chuckling.
And then, a new sound. Cracking.
Swhales twisted his head towards the stuggling pair in the centre. Umbra had ceased to scream, and had struck Sirius to the ground where he lay, clutching the area of his mutilated eye socket. The creature stood over him, but did not attack. If it had had an expression, Tim could have almost believed that it looked confused.
"Your debt grows larger by the moment, little thief" arrived the whispering, amused voice of Macha in his mind, "Be certain to pay it in full. You know my currency."
Swhales grimaced. Macha traded in blood; whatever had just happened, she wanted a life for. But what had she done? Distracted it? That didn't seem a fair trade, even if he had begged...
Which is when the vision centres of Swhales brain stood up and kicked him. As he focused on Umbra, he noticed the cracks appearing all over its body as it raised its hands to its face and tried very hard to scream again.
Swhales clutched his head as the sound pierced his ears. The shrieking cries of Umbra were overwhelming, agonising. As his vision began to fade, he raised a shaking hand from his ear, placed it to his torc and croaked out a desperate,
"Help!"
The gentle laughter of Macha, a Goddess of war, of dominance, of Cunning and Death floated down through the arena. As each note of her laugh struck, all other sound was blotted out. It was not loud; it seemed as if no other noise was willing to share the air with it, fleeing to safer moments. The participants, except for a struggling Sirius and Umbra, grew still as the air quickly filled with the oppressively silent chuckling.
And then, a new sound. Cracking.
Swhales twisted his head towards the stuggling pair in the centre. Umbra had ceased to scream, and had struck Sirius to the ground where he lay, clutching the area of his mutilated eye socket. The creature stood over him, but did not attack. If it had had an expression, Tim could have almost believed that it looked confused.
"Your debt grows larger by the moment, little thief" arrived the whispering, amused voice of Macha in his mind, "Be certain to pay it in full. You know my currency."
Swhales grimaced. Macha traded in blood; whatever had just happened, she wanted a life for. But what had she done? Distracted it? That didn't seem a fair trade, even if he had begged...
Which is when the vision centres of Swhales brain stood up and kicked him. As he focused on Umbra, he noticed the cracks appearing all over its body as it raised its hands to its face and tried very hard to scream again.