home is where the heart is (buried beneath the floorboards)
lurid
01-16-2023, 07:18 PM
It was too cold. It was too fucking cold for her. Not enough meat on her bones. Not enough sun in the sky. Not enough coat around her shoulders. The creature moved stiff, disjointed, not like something of this earth. She is too small. The snowdrifts were high, taller than she is, nearly. Drifted high, and she too, she drifted. Atropos drifted high, opalescent eyes scanning the world around her. Danger. Danger around her. Danger on all sides. What a silly, silly world this was. How silly would they need to be if they weren't going to realize. If they didn't know. She is the danger. With eyes narrowed against the cold, she turned to the ship. Man-made and very strange. What a very, very strange vessel this was. Carefully she scaled her way up until she was within the vessel and out of the cutting, howling wind. It couldn't get her in here. No, it could not get her. Atropos could at least tuck herself away within the boat for a while. How long? Who knew. Who ever knew. As silently as she could manage, the refined creature padded down the halls. Careful steps. No one could know. No one would know. Picking a cabin with a still-intact window, the creature entered. The cot here still stood, and sunlight filtered in through that grimy glass window. It created a warm spot upon the bed. Atropos found that inviting enough, climbing atop it. Though the cot's springs creaked a minor protest, it didn't matter. She wouldn't rise from this spot until she was warm. atropos feelin like a freak on a leash you wanna see the light |
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