Defect
Figment of Imagination
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Post by Defect on Feb 27, 2008 16:57:57 GMT -5
A small shadow trudged through the thick snow. The day was turning to night as the gray clouds above changed to a more comfortable darker hue. Swirling heavens above was just a giant nursery for the falling snow as it came down in small gusts, but always just enough to cause annoyance. Small stones where set free with the steps of the small shadow as larger boulders sat under two feet of snow. Waiting patiently to be stumbled upon and hold steady as their victim receives a nasty fall. There was the occasional snapping tree branch, or a muffled thump of falling snow from a tree. Other than that, the forest had an eerie silence.
Defect stopped in the middle of a small clearing. Looking around before walking in a tight circle. Pushing away snow with one hand as the rest was trampled underfoot. When the tight circle was proclaimed suitable with a wide grin, Defect placed the bundle of branches in her arms and started to stack them neatly on top of each other. She planned to start a fire, but how would she start it? Well, she hadn't gotten that far, so it didn't matter. She looked at her pile of sticks with pride as she sat down next to it. Her head the only thing peaking out from her circle of comfort, she looked around with a sly grin before laying down and curling her body around her sticks.
Home, check. Sticks, check. Fire... Defect thought to herself. Resting her cheek on her hand, she tried to think of how Uncle Vice had taught her to lite a fire, though nothing came to mind. As she thought harder, her eyelids started to become heavy. Blinking more often, she yawned and stretched out her body before curling around her pile of sticks. I'm getting tired..., Defect frowned. She wouldn't go to sleep till she had a fire...
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Post by Nightmare on Feb 27, 2008 17:55:59 GMT -5
Gethin started walking along the densely snowed trail. Nothing was as it used to be. Wars between two species war between himself and his enemies. Enemies, Gethin had no enemies. He shook his head at the thought in great frustration. Why was he wasting time like this? Wasting time that he could be using to stop a distorous war? He smiled to himself though. As long as he lived nothing would happen to this war torn planet. Nothing that he can't stop.
What was this? Gethin was starting to sense another Nightmare. Another one here? He thought this place was abandonned, he was wrong about that obviously. "Hello?" he yelled at the top of his voice. "Anyone...there?" wa he just being paranoid? well he hoped not but these types of things had a way of getting to him. Soon he came apon foot steps and some intrails of bark. ""Hello?" he asked in a small voice.
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Defect
Figment of Imagination
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Post by Defect on Feb 27, 2008 23:06:27 GMT -5
Defect poked her head above the snow. She heard a voice from where she had just came from. Crouching down in her make shift circular fort, she braced her hands against the delicate snow in front of her. Who would be out here on the mountains today? Other than that, how would they have come across her in the mountains today, its a mountain range! Defect giggled, she was over exaggerating her importance. It was only a coincidence that someone was near her at the same place, and at the same time. No one was stalking her... at least she hoped not. Defect stifled a laugh, only the loneliest soul would bother to stalk her. Leaning forward a bit, her body lost its balance as her hands sank into the snow in front of her. Along with a sharp yelp, her whole body went flying forward into the powdery snow.
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Post by Nightmare on Feb 28, 2008 15:29:15 GMT -5
Gethin heard a yelp and snow crunching as if someone had been pushed into it. Was it a dream or nightmare? Possibly a human but Gethin knew no human would come this high up the mountain. This was an odd thought, Humans actually playing a part in victory for nightmares. Of course this was a very foolish thought for humans were protected by dreams and most dreams would give their lives to keep the humans from dieing."hello?" Gethin soon came upon a figure on the ground with a bundle of sticks near.
"Uh...Hello?" Gethin was getting nervous because he had no idea who this was. Were they hostile or were they a Nightmare? Gethin slowly approached the figure soon realizing indeed it was a nightmare. "Hey you?!" Gethin got on one knee to see if they were still alive or not. "sleeping perhaps?" Gethin pulled his hand away and shook his head. "How do you sustain warmth without a fire?"
Gethin walked back to the other side of the sticks. "It's way to cold to be without warmth...," he himself was getting cold too. His body was freezing. Probably because his flimsy jacket and short sleeve t-shirt weren't much defense from the cold.
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Defect
Figment of Imagination
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Post by Defect on Feb 28, 2008 17:30:22 GMT -5
Hearing foot steps approaching, she tried to get up but her limbs where sore from traveling up the mountain and her body was in a stiff but comfortable position. Hoping she wouldn't be found, her face turned a deep red as her luck betrayed her and the stranger stood above her. "Asleep, not yet, just very tired," Defect giggled nervously. It wasn't the greatest first impression to meet and talk to someone for the first time with your head is buried in snow.
"I stay warm with my clothes. Its barely enough to keep away frost bite, thats why I started to gather sticks," Defect explained as she pulled herself off the ground and turned around toward the pile of sticks. Sitting down awkwardly, she fought with her dress till her knees where rested against her chest under layers of black cloth to start circulating warmth. "You wouldn't happen to know how to start a fire... would you?" Defect asked, embarrassed and nervous at the same time as she bite her bottom lip.
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Post by Nightmare on Feb 28, 2008 17:41:52 GMT -5
Gethin stared at her for a second then turned his attention to the bundle of sticks on the ground. Of course he knew how to start one. "Sure I'll make you a fire," he replied with a small smile and turned to a surprisingly dry tree as he tore off the branches and took every last needle/leave off of them. "This should do," Gethin got down on one knee with his already wet pants and took the dry branches he gathered putting them together. He used the small sticks to form a Triangle off the ground to prevent the water from extinguishing the fire. Gethin reached for his lighter which he always carried in at least one of his coat pockets. He soon had a fire going and plenty of sticks to keep it going for at least 3 hours.
"So...are you stranded here or something?" asked Gethin he was very curios why anyone would come up here and stay here this long. Normally Gethin wouldn't stay here long just to think in a truly peaceful place then go. "Maybe I should introduce my self first... my name is Gethin I'm the leader of the nightmares...," he stated welcomely as he moved opposite of her across the fire and closed his eyes. "And you are?"
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Defect
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Post by Defect on Feb 28, 2008 18:07:34 GMT -5
Defect wrapped her arms around her knees. This Nightmare was sure something. His long jacket fit him, but was defiantly over sized. His hair was ragged and messy, but seemed to fit his face. Resting her head on her knees, she watched her new companion gather the sticks and leaves than starting the fire. The wind blew lightly as a few snow flakes landed on her face which she brushed off carefully. Watching the Nightmare intently as he sat down and introduced himself and asked an array of questions.
"Not stranded, just living," Defect answered casually. She was nomadic and had no desire to have a settled home. Though investing in a lighter wouldn't be a bad thing since her flint had run out this morning. "My names Defect, and I never knew I had a leader." Defect answered with a playful smile. Watching him lay down she looked at him carefully. She never meet a leader before, other than seeing them in stone. Though he fit the picture of a leader... she guessed, at least a Nightmare leader.
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Post by Nightmare on Feb 29, 2008 16:23:18 GMT -5
Gethin smiled slightly and stare into the flames. A jolt of memories shot through him as the flames roared on. The dreams and nightmares scattered on the ground some impaled with swords and arrows some inflamed by death itself. He suddenly realized that he was staring off into space. "huh...oh sorry!" Gethin felt no embarrassment but felt a little guilty for spacing out. "I take it that you don't live here permenantly..." Gethin said looking up at her. "You know I mean the fact that you don't actually have an in closed shelter made," he took one of the thick sticks from the large pile he had built up and put it on the flames.
"So what's your name?" he asked in wonder. "Sorry if I am asking to many questions...," he apologized. The wind was blowing softly and trees weren't making a sound. Several snowflakes fell into his hair but quickly melted. The flames licked the logs just like the snow hit the ground, silently and swiftly.
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