Fang Talks

The heart is the strongest muscle.
A yawn, stretching of arms. Mumbling about the nights getting shorter.

Not a sound was made when her feet made contact with the ground, a whole second after she had jumped off the stone slab she had been sleeping on. She had thrown her balance too far forward, sending her teetering in the general direction of — but not towards — the entrance of her chamber. A feather’s touch to the doorjamb was enough to halt her collision course, but she couldn’t stop what came next. She leaned forward and hacked. Heaved. Hurled. A retching the likes of which could’ve been deadly in untrained hands, but not hers. It wasn’t long before a pool of cold, black ooze had covered the stones near her feet, but it slipped away through the cracks as soon as it stopped spreading. The drops of it still hanging on her chin she wiped on her robe, of which the original color she had long forgotten.

A lone explorer stood outside her chamber, awed and horrified, perhaps a few things in between. She ignored him, soundlessly stumbling her way through the temple as if he wasn’t following her, making a hundred obvious observations, asking a thousand repetitive questions she had heard a million times before. ‘Ugh, dude, shut up.’ And he did, he even stopped following her. But not for long enough.

The desert sun, at its highest point in the sky, turnt their pupils to mere specks. ‘Fuuuck.’ A groan violent enough to shake her curious follower, but not much else. She undid her robe and let the breeze do the rest, letting it slide off her shoulders and bundle up in the sand enough steps away to require effort when she would need to retrieve it.

I was going to make this a one-parter but there’s still quite a bit to go and I just don’t have the energy for that right now. Hang tight! (next)
~ Fang

Comments

  • 08/07/2016 (9:43 PM)

    That is some vivid puking. I love it. I’m willing to roll with ‘dude’, because I’m curious to see who she is and where this story is going.

  • 07/07/2016 (1:25 PM)

    Holding tight. Interesting start, not so big on the use of common slang in a not-so-common story but I’ll live with it.

  • 05/07/2016 (4:55 PM)

    This is good. I can’t wrap my head around it yet.

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