Post by sofia on Nov 9, 2007 20:01:42 GMT
(OOC: Is it okay if we land here? I hope you can find it ^^)
Sofia’s body was pulled back almost forcefully pushed from her doorway of Hell. She screamed as her body hit cold water. She flapped aimlessly as she tried to surface. She couldn’t swim she never had to worry about it since the falls and ponds were shallow enough to touch the ground. Her head emerged and she looked around. Panicing she was in the middle of the ocean. She turned and was relived to find an island not that far off. About 60 yards of water separated her from the solid land. She looked around to find Jimmy or his wolf friend but didn’t see them. She hoped they were lucky to land on land. She turned and pushed herself to swim to the island.
‘Stay afloat.’
‘Always move your legs. Your arms.’
Simplicity, she laughed. Her legs pumped into sloshing overdrive, her arms moved like paddling dogs, and consistently she bobbed up and down in the water, drinking down gulps of inky saltwater in the process. Despite her fear, despite her panic, the water controlled her lovingly.
It milked its way about her body passionately, licking behind her neck seductively, and the world swarm itself into a sort of blur. Giving her a reality of her own. Her wings weighed her down, water trickling down them in rivers.
Arms flapping to the side, listlessly, not really swimming, but not really drowning either, she occasionally wriggled her toes through the water, giggling secretly against the tickling swish the feel shivered through her.
As time past, confidence grew cockily, she waded farther forward and more vigorously her body worked itself. The feel of the cold water was wonderful, the freedom it gave her doubly so, and she was free.
No worries.
Not of Loki.
Not of Dimitri
Not of Lavertia.
Not of Dragonia.
Not even of the Purge that was coming.
She was fear to be the normal person.
It was…intoxicating.
Then, upon fluke more than karma, the giant wave crashed over her, in a yawn lap of oblivious, rose from the water, arching, and flopped down…upon her. Flailing, caught beneath his flushing currents and thundering weight, she crashed to the bottom with a strangling of affixation.
Her arms were flailing, she was drowning, drowning so fast, and she was sinking, oxygen leaving her body as she fell, deeper and deeper, not knowing how she would ever come up, how she would ever survive this. She never said good-bye. She never said good-bye to Loki, to the one person she loved and cared for, and then said hello to her new life. Meanwhile, her body sank to the bottom of the ocean floor. Infinity waves. Infinity.
Sofia’s hands grappled for the surface of the water, trying to come up for air. She had woken after seeing her Loki, angry and frowning. Why was she doing this? Hurting her self with his face? Sofia had stared at his face, in her mind for the longest time. That was when Loki said,
“Wake up. You’re not dead, not yet. God’s are never wrong.”
Sofia had been astonished. Was this her mind? Or was this real?
“You see, not everything here is how it seems…”
Sofia just stared at her Loki in shock.
“You will all meet your end! Each and every citizen of Dragonia! Every last warrior!”
Sofia didn’t understand.
“We know everything about you all... There will be no where to run, there will be no where to hide…none will escape the great purge.”
‘Death…’
That was when Sofia had awoken, swirling in the current, deprived of all oxygen, grasping for the starry sky. Spine creasing to the moisture of the water and seaweed, eyes wild and wide, she watched the flowing world above her. She saw the moon in a new light as she sank back the water made it look so much bigger and beautiful. Eased into the seductive swaying of the watery world, still thriving in her own blurred world, she failed to register her failing. Wincing against the murkiness of the water, determined to be her own savior from the bottom of the ocean, she made to pump her arms.
They failed her.
They flailed, idiotically, but gave her no momentum, and her world, caving in from the strangulation of stale oxygen, broke her commonsense in using her legs to propel upwards…
Sofia’s body was pulled back almost forcefully pushed from her doorway of Hell. She screamed as her body hit cold water. She flapped aimlessly as she tried to surface. She couldn’t swim she never had to worry about it since the falls and ponds were shallow enough to touch the ground. Her head emerged and she looked around. Panicing she was in the middle of the ocean. She turned and was relived to find an island not that far off. About 60 yards of water separated her from the solid land. She looked around to find Jimmy or his wolf friend but didn’t see them. She hoped they were lucky to land on land. She turned and pushed herself to swim to the island.
‘Stay afloat.’
‘Always move your legs. Your arms.’
Simplicity, she laughed. Her legs pumped into sloshing overdrive, her arms moved like paddling dogs, and consistently she bobbed up and down in the water, drinking down gulps of inky saltwater in the process. Despite her fear, despite her panic, the water controlled her lovingly.
It milked its way about her body passionately, licking behind her neck seductively, and the world swarm itself into a sort of blur. Giving her a reality of her own. Her wings weighed her down, water trickling down them in rivers.
Arms flapping to the side, listlessly, not really swimming, but not really drowning either, she occasionally wriggled her toes through the water, giggling secretly against the tickling swish the feel shivered through her.
As time past, confidence grew cockily, she waded farther forward and more vigorously her body worked itself. The feel of the cold water was wonderful, the freedom it gave her doubly so, and she was free.
No worries.
Not of Loki.
Not of Dimitri
Not of Lavertia.
Not of Dragonia.
Not even of the Purge that was coming.
She was fear to be the normal person.
It was…intoxicating.
Then, upon fluke more than karma, the giant wave crashed over her, in a yawn lap of oblivious, rose from the water, arching, and flopped down…upon her. Flailing, caught beneath his flushing currents and thundering weight, she crashed to the bottom with a strangling of affixation.
Her arms were flailing, she was drowning, drowning so fast, and she was sinking, oxygen leaving her body as she fell, deeper and deeper, not knowing how she would ever come up, how she would ever survive this. She never said good-bye. She never said good-bye to Loki, to the one person she loved and cared for, and then said hello to her new life. Meanwhile, her body sank to the bottom of the ocean floor. Infinity waves. Infinity.
Sofia’s hands grappled for the surface of the water, trying to come up for air. She had woken after seeing her Loki, angry and frowning. Why was she doing this? Hurting her self with his face? Sofia had stared at his face, in her mind for the longest time. That was when Loki said,
“Wake up. You’re not dead, not yet. God’s are never wrong.”
Sofia had been astonished. Was this her mind? Or was this real?
“You see, not everything here is how it seems…”
Sofia just stared at her Loki in shock.
“You will all meet your end! Each and every citizen of Dragonia! Every last warrior!”
Sofia didn’t understand.
“We know everything about you all... There will be no where to run, there will be no where to hide…none will escape the great purge.”
‘Death…’
That was when Sofia had awoken, swirling in the current, deprived of all oxygen, grasping for the starry sky. Spine creasing to the moisture of the water and seaweed, eyes wild and wide, she watched the flowing world above her. She saw the moon in a new light as she sank back the water made it look so much bigger and beautiful. Eased into the seductive swaying of the watery world, still thriving in her own blurred world, she failed to register her failing. Wincing against the murkiness of the water, determined to be her own savior from the bottom of the ocean, she made to pump her arms.
They failed her.
They flailed, idiotically, but gave her no momentum, and her world, caving in from the strangulation of stale oxygen, broke her commonsense in using her legs to propel upwards…
