CREATURES OF THE NIGHT:
Who Art, In Heaven:
A silver figure emerged from the oppressive confines of the sweltering night, while the measured calm of the acid shower falling from the clouds slowly scarred the dank, harsh and yellowed hulking wreck of her surroundings. The complex was vast and desolate, populated by unthinking horrors, lurking savagely amidst the tarnished ruins; yet these were not her quarry, as she settled silently beneath a distaff and discarded member of a heavily armed patrol.
He paused to gaze over the gallant outlook, waving once, as he turned his back upon his comrads. The poisoned rain ever spilling downward, through the puddles at his feet; he scanned the dark horizon, stopping only once to check the proofing on his firearm, after clearing a troublesome blockage in his breathing apparatus. Returning once to the drab comforts of the gaunt horizon before proceeding any farther along the vile, infested exterior, before he was suddenly alerted by the scraping sound of movement along the wall below. Readying his weapon, peering desperately into the night through the mounted infrared sensor, he turned to flag his fellows for assistance which would never come.
They lay shattered, broken and dismembered, surrounding the tattered remains of the patrol vehicle, bent and acid-etched. At his approach he was surprised by the horror frozen in the faces of their fallen forms: limbs wrent, mouths gaping, acid seeping through disloged equipment, disfiguring what flesh would lay beneath. Aghast, he reached to report the grisly scene and at once desired aid, yet his transponder would fail to function as the silky creatures of the night descended, resplendent in their voracious fury, rivaled only in their prowess by she who now looked onward, from the slowly coalescing shadows.
A silver figure emerged from the oppressive confines of the sweltering night, while the measured calm of the acid shower falling from the clouds slowly scarred the dank, harsh and yellowed hulking wreck of her surroundings. The complex was vast and desolate, populated by unthinking horrors, lurking savagely amidst the tarnished ruins; yet these were not her quarry, as she settled silently beneath a distaff and discarded member of a heavily armed patrol.
He paused to gaze over the gallant outlook, waving once, as he turned his back upon his comrads. The poisoned rain ever spilling downward, through the puddles at his feet; he scanned the dark horizon, stopping only once to check the proofing on his firearm, after clearing a troublesome blockage in his breathing apparatus. Returning once to the drab comforts of the gaunt horizon before proceeding any farther along the vile, infested exterior, before he was suddenly alerted by the scraping sound of movement along the wall below. Readying his weapon, peering desperately into the night through the mounted infrared sensor, he turned to flag his fellows for assistance which would never come.
They lay shattered, broken and dismembered, surrounding the tattered remains of the patrol vehicle, bent and acid-etched. At his approach he was surprised by the horror frozen in the faces of their fallen forms: limbs wrent, mouths gaping, acid seeping through disloged equipment, disfiguring what flesh would lay beneath. Aghast, he reached to report the grisly scene and at once desired aid, yet his transponder would fail to function as the silky creatures of the night descended, resplendent in their voracious fury, rivaled only in their prowess by she who now looked onward, from the slowly coalescing shadows.
posted by Valhenstrogg | Saturday, September 23, 2006
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