chevalier
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It was before modern civilization. All she had was a lantern and a sled with her belongings.
Was this it? Here, in the snow; was this where she was finally going to die? Red seeped into the white snow, the burning of a wound only masked by the numbness of her nose, fingers, ears.
Frostbite.
The woman closed her eyes, muscles relaxing as the snow piled around her, enveloping her in this suffocating white. She was losing control of her senses, first was touch, as the cold took over, next, vision. The blinding white was all you could see for miles.
What could almost be mistaken for a laugh escaped her, weak. How stupid of her. How could she have possibly thought it realistic to try and make the journey? And now she was ending up just like the rest of her clan- frozen to death in the snowy tundra, with no civilization for hundreds of miles. She had been the last one left, left behind to care for the babies while her family made off to search for fertile land. But she couldn't save them.
Maybe this was Karma. Maybe it was her punishment from god, though she had tried all she could. She would have given her life for those babies, the youngest infant would have been three years old last week. And in some way, now she was giving her life.
The darkness was closing in, the bellowing of the wind outside slowly quieting, as the cold that numbed her disappeared. She was finally gone.
At this moment, something took her body. It was not her. It's origin was unknown, but it seemed to replicate her form to the best of it's ability. It replicated her injuries, as well- it's first pain. It knew not how to talk, nor how to walk, but it soon was able to figure out how to move. It moved clumsily, without grace, trecking forward through the blistering winds. It knew not where it was heading, nor where it had come from, and it only briefly looked back at the girl's body, emotionless, before it turned onwards.
Closing in on the light of a house, the being knew nothing of civilization, or the human race. It new nothing of human forms, and, unknowing of the harsh cold, it collapsed, in the same way the girl had. Was this it? Was this the end of this form? What a shame, it would have thought, if it had the intelligence. It barely registered the crunch of the snow as someone approached.
Was this it? Here, in the snow; was this where she was finally going to die? Red seeped into the white snow, the burning of a wound only masked by the numbness of her nose, fingers, ears.
Frostbite.
The woman closed her eyes, muscles relaxing as the snow piled around her, enveloping her in this suffocating white. She was losing control of her senses, first was touch, as the cold took over, next, vision. The blinding white was all you could see for miles.
What could almost be mistaken for a laugh escaped her, weak. How stupid of her. How could she have possibly thought it realistic to try and make the journey? And now she was ending up just like the rest of her clan- frozen to death in the snowy tundra, with no civilization for hundreds of miles. She had been the last one left, left behind to care for the babies while her family made off to search for fertile land. But she couldn't save them.
Maybe this was Karma. Maybe it was her punishment from god, though she had tried all she could. She would have given her life for those babies, the youngest infant would have been three years old last week. And in some way, now she was giving her life.
The darkness was closing in, the bellowing of the wind outside slowly quieting, as the cold that numbed her disappeared. She was finally gone.
At this moment, something took her body. It was not her. It's origin was unknown, but it seemed to replicate her form to the best of it's ability. It replicated her injuries, as well- it's first pain. It knew not how to talk, nor how to walk, but it soon was able to figure out how to move. It moved clumsily, without grace, trecking forward through the blistering winds. It knew not where it was heading, nor where it had come from, and it only briefly looked back at the girl's body, emotionless, before it turned onwards.
Closing in on the light of a house, the being knew nothing of civilization, or the human race. It new nothing of human forms, and, unknowing of the harsh cold, it collapsed, in the same way the girl had. Was this it? Was this the end of this form? What a shame, it would have thought, if it had the intelligence. It barely registered the crunch of the snow as someone approached.
