[Through the Valley] I Will Never Fall Down | Dark Harvest - A Changeling: the Lost 2nd Edition Chronicle

[Through the Valley] I Will Never Fall Down Jul 7, 2021 19:26:35 GMT -8 Rowan, saeyer, and 4 more like this

Post by Krakenbox on Jul 7, 2021 19:26:35 GMT -8

Waking up in the fog, the dust and the pain,

And of the sunny days, no traces remain,

How could you be the one if you sail away,

Without you I can't stand the sound of the rain.

How ever fast I dance to make the sun shine,

I will never fall down,

No matter what it takes, I'll try to save the ghost lights.

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It was like trying to tip a giant grizzly bear.

The beast rocks as Firebringer throws her weight low, trying to lift it free from her fellow soldier. They had survived two battles together, and the soft, amorphous flesh of this tortured mundie fought her harder than the Mojave sun and advancing artillery.

Sobbing provided an outlet for the powerless rage, fire and light flickering and venting through her skin in sympathetic agony as she bared her soul in a silent alleyway. Her foot slid as she screamed again, realizing her runners were slipping in the gout of blood. She threw herself again and again, like pummeling a stone with explosive power as she shouted for Linden to hold on a little longer—her spirit on fire with energy as she drew from the core of what drove her.

Black smoke was beginning to leak from the burn scores she had left the corpse, and at that point Danica's muscles had decided they were done without her permission. She called an ambulance, and noted Bonnie had tried calling while she was trying to save the Ogre. She didn't have time to check the text messages, but the preview was quick updates about contacting officers.

As soon as she could see Linden's face, she realized the supernatural effect was slowly, slowly dissipating. Pressing didn't quicken the process—it still weighed a tone as flesh failed and twitched uselessly to meet the burning need. Touching their face and stroking their hair between desperate muttering and pinched sobs—she knew how much they valued being seen and felt.

The possessed woman was starting to look human again, Linden's claws having worked her face and chest as the corpse stared sightlessly on the side. They both looked like they had been gored with one desperate and feral for an out, while the other driving the threat to their companions back to the bitter fucking end. The violence had been tremendous, thundering through Firebringer in a reminder of Summer's place on the wheel.

Linden was still clinging to the anchor, blood trickling from teeth and nose from sharp and heavy breath that no longer stirred. The muscles could not remain taught, but the flesh was bloodied through the jacket from how tightly it was held—the monster's raking trenches never having even chinked the metal.

Without the two, Rowan and Agrippa would have suffered a worse fate.

[Through the Valley] I Will Never Fall Down Jul 7, 2021 22:05:47 GMT -8 Kai Rose, Riley Sorsa, and 2 more like this

Post by Firebringer on Jul 7, 2021 22:05:47 GMT -8

It's a weird feeling when you are breathing but feel like you aren't at all at the same time. Her back is pressed up against the wall in the alley, dead eyes staring now. She's given every bit of herself that she can, everything that was left in her body. Even though in life they wouldn't get to feel it, she'd remind Linden's vessel that they were safe now, loved, and will never be forgotten as long as she can live to tell their story.

She doesn't believe too much in a god, but somehow it felt like there was a warmer embrace, perhaps a final drift of the mantle of Summer, stronger in them than is has ever been in her.

Linden did not go quietly into that good night. They raged with every ounce of their being against the dying of their light. Fear of death lingers in her being. Would she have gone with a burning flame or would she have gone crying for life, like a small flicker of fire suffocating in a jar? She may be able to run into battle without a fear in the world, but when it comes to that final fight? What will she be? Will she be a Summer then? Everyone seems to be getting stronger and she's just the same.

Now her body feels cold, like the way you cool after a fever has broken. Sweat mixed with blood trickles down her face and arms and she hasn't cared enough to wipe them off. It takes her a long time to finally open her phone and call Bonnie back.

As it rings, she can feel the hoarseness in her throat, tight and dry. Would she even be able to speak? The rolling sobs had drained so much from her that she can't find the energy to feel anything now. Everything is numb, body buzzing like a sack of flesh that doesn't belong.

Somehow the frequency of the buzz from the phone feels like the same frequency of her own buzzing. It feels like she could shatter. But then the moment it would sound like someone answers, she clicks it off. No, she doesn't want to hear anyone else's voice right now, least of all Bonnie's.

She looks up to the sky, but it feels like complete blackness has shifted over. Her eyes don't register stars, only darkness. Aid comes, but she knows the outcome. She needs to find out what else is left.

Out from the alleyway and into the night, a Torrent hardly keeping it together, a Fire hardly holding onto a small piece of wood as fuel and it is almost ash. Rowan, Agrippa, they're either dead or alive. Someone has to find them. Someone has to be the first to tell them and it better not be Bonnie.

When she sees them, how is she going to act? Will she sob again? She isn't sure. Find them first. She has to do something and that's all she can do now. It's all she can do.