Post by Rain on Sept 5, 2012 23:11:39 GMT -6
Rain knew, the second she arrived in this world, something was very, very wrong.
She had the sickness again, but this time it had lost some of its bite. She might have finally been getting used to it. This was her third world, after all. She just took a seat, sat back, and let the coolness of the night refresh her. It was kind of funny. The first place she went to was perpetually night time. Second place was constantly sunset. She wondered if this place was always night time too, or if it had a regular night and day. Seriously, was that a normal occurrence? Was she never going to see high noon again? Not that she was complaining, but if the next world she went in was a regular day and night schedule, she would probably actually be surprised. Funny how that worked.
But she had not sensed something amiss until she tried walking. She stood up, stretched to the sky, and took a look around. A thin veil of mist rose from the soil, circling around the chipped and worn gray headstones- headstones!? The girl balked when she realized where she had ended up. Oh, this was bad. She brought her hands up and touched her fingers together in a wheel; familiar gesture as she got nervous. Then frowned when familiarity gave way too… clumsy grappling. The girl blinked and frowned down at her hands, only to freeze in her motions.
Her fingers were long. They were also curved and pointed like claws. Her arms, already pretty thin, were spindly and exaggerated at the joints. She blinked at the vision of her hands and wrists for a moment. Then slowly looked down. Her beige sweater, which was a little spotty and worn before, was now slashed and torn, held together by a few dull colored patches like an old ragdoll’s dress. Slowly she pulled apart her hands and looked down at her now bowlegged limbs. They were also spindly, bent at exaggerated angles at the knees. She looked at her boots, debating on if she wanted to take them off to face the horrible truth. She decided against it. Instead, she brought her hands up to her face, and delicately touched her face. The shape seemed normal. Maybe. She touched her hair and flinched as she pinched it and held it out. It felt stringy. Not in the metaphorical sense, but looking at it and pulling them out felt like actual threads on her head. And they were black, not brown.
When Rain took the time to look over all of her… traits, she was quiet for a few minutes. A few long, considerably agonizing minutes. Then she took a deep breath.
I’m dreaming.
Of course. That made sense, now. After all, she knew she did not look like this. And really, why on earth would she have ended up in a graveyard? That did not make any sense whatsoever. What a silly dream. It was like it was trying to be a nightmare. Well, it certainly was not going to work on her, no sirree.
That being the case, Rain dropped her hands and proceeded to stroll out of the graveyard. Though she fumbled for a minute with her new legs, until she found the proper rhythm to walk. She had to slow her gait, and take wider steps, but she was a quick learner, at least. Now it was time to explore this place and see what this world had to offer. She would climb left and right, top to bottom if she had too. If she started out in a graveyard, sans the zombies, she figured it could not get much worse than this.
She had the sickness again, but this time it had lost some of its bite. She might have finally been getting used to it. This was her third world, after all. She just took a seat, sat back, and let the coolness of the night refresh her. It was kind of funny. The first place she went to was perpetually night time. Second place was constantly sunset. She wondered if this place was always night time too, or if it had a regular night and day. Seriously, was that a normal occurrence? Was she never going to see high noon again? Not that she was complaining, but if the next world she went in was a regular day and night schedule, she would probably actually be surprised. Funny how that worked.
But she had not sensed something amiss until she tried walking. She stood up, stretched to the sky, and took a look around. A thin veil of mist rose from the soil, circling around the chipped and worn gray headstones- headstones!? The girl balked when she realized where she had ended up. Oh, this was bad. She brought her hands up and touched her fingers together in a wheel; familiar gesture as she got nervous. Then frowned when familiarity gave way too… clumsy grappling. The girl blinked and frowned down at her hands, only to freeze in her motions.
Her fingers were long. They were also curved and pointed like claws. Her arms, already pretty thin, were spindly and exaggerated at the joints. She blinked at the vision of her hands and wrists for a moment. Then slowly looked down. Her beige sweater, which was a little spotty and worn before, was now slashed and torn, held together by a few dull colored patches like an old ragdoll’s dress. Slowly she pulled apart her hands and looked down at her now bowlegged limbs. They were also spindly, bent at exaggerated angles at the knees. She looked at her boots, debating on if she wanted to take them off to face the horrible truth. She decided against it. Instead, she brought her hands up to her face, and delicately touched her face. The shape seemed normal. Maybe. She touched her hair and flinched as she pinched it and held it out. It felt stringy. Not in the metaphorical sense, but looking at it and pulling them out felt like actual threads on her head. And they were black, not brown.
When Rain took the time to look over all of her… traits, she was quiet for a few minutes. A few long, considerably agonizing minutes. Then she took a deep breath.
I’m dreaming.
Of course. That made sense, now. After all, she knew she did not look like this. And really, why on earth would she have ended up in a graveyard? That did not make any sense whatsoever. What a silly dream. It was like it was trying to be a nightmare. Well, it certainly was not going to work on her, no sirree.
That being the case, Rain dropped her hands and proceeded to stroll out of the graveyard. Though she fumbled for a minute with her new legs, until she found the proper rhythm to walk. She had to slow her gait, and take wider steps, but she was a quick learner, at least. Now it was time to explore this place and see what this world had to offer. She would climb left and right, top to bottom if she had too. If she started out in a graveyard, sans the zombies, she figured it could not get much worse than this.