Quoted By: >>69190967
>>69190113
>Maybe so.
>choosing the latter between her seeming fate and one under the cabin's rubble, you are running blind into shrieking winds.
>The weight of your clothes, the hold on the snow around your legs all serve to hold you from the wind.
>With the pendant secured, at least when they find your body, it won't have been in vain...
>though in you notice, In your dash for the cover of the woods:
>the footsteps you took up here seem to fresh...inverted, moving away from the cabin.
>following them down into the twisting black of wet evergreens, you can only move in deeper for shelter...
>ahead of you, you can swear you see glimpses of a phantom limb. Two yellow parts on each side, to a slender grey tendril...
>the cold and exhaustion of the day's events have almost taken your conscious.
>your movement becomes lethargic, and your fingers goes from pain to numbness.
>You almost feel like you are stumbling after the presence, as it weaves you on a hypnotic path in the woods.
>and before you realise, there is no deafening wind.
>Peeking over the edge of the downward slope in front of you are roofs powdered white and brick red...
>Maybe so.
>choosing the latter between her seeming fate and one under the cabin's rubble, you are running blind into shrieking winds.
>The weight of your clothes, the hold on the snow around your legs all serve to hold you from the wind.
>With the pendant secured, at least when they find your body, it won't have been in vain...
>though in you notice, In your dash for the cover of the woods:
>the footsteps you took up here seem to fresh...inverted, moving away from the cabin.
>following them down into the twisting black of wet evergreens, you can only move in deeper for shelter...
>ahead of you, you can swear you see glimpses of a phantom limb. Two yellow parts on each side, to a slender grey tendril...
>the cold and exhaustion of the day's events have almost taken your conscious.
>your movement becomes lethargic, and your fingers goes from pain to numbness.
>You almost feel like you are stumbling after the presence, as it weaves you on a hypnotic path in the woods.
>and before you realise, there is no deafening wind.
>Peeking over the edge of the downward slope in front of you are roofs powdered white and brick red...