The Science Cheetah
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- Posted: Wed, 30 Apr 2008 21:32:02 +0000
[Note!: I will be using two different colours for the two personalities I play. Astredae will be in blue, while Karla will be in dark red. thanks!]
It was cold, and windy. Cold and windy and white, so very white. Regarding it to be snow, Astredae whispered something unintelligible and inaudible to herself. She had a stange gait, one explained by the fact that she was imbalanced. Her left arm was entirely absent from her body, and by the look of the stub that jutted out from her dirty shoulder, she had been born that way. things were different for Astredae now..where brown hair used to grow, now only yellow locks sprouted. Her hair wasn't blonde...it was a bright, dandelion yellow that could only have been caused by something unnatural. One of her eyes, though she had vision in both, was entirely white. The pupil and iris blended into the white of her eye, giving her a surreal and crazed expression. Her other eyes was normal, though the intense shade of blue it was was startling to the onlooker at first. She was panting, somehow out of breath, but she didn't remember how she'd even arrived in this forest.
The woods around her were haunting, the voices she'd been hearing since the Change galloping through the branches and dancing on the wind. Suddenly she stopped walking forward and thrust her chin to the canopy of gnarled tree branches. "Shh!" She warned the absent air around her as she listened. Voice! No...Voices! Voices was something she recognized easily, but these weren't the Voices. These Voices had more substance, and were talking to each other, not her.
In a decision that took nothing but a second, Astredae stumbled toward the sound, her jumbled mind unable to recognize possible danger.
Klara shook her head to clear her thoughts, considerably more balanced without her arm than her host. She broke the body into a run, the shouts coming over the wind as urgent yelps of sound. She didn't call out yet, because it sounded like trouble was brewing at the epicenter. The Voices that Astredae was plagued by had vanished for Klara, who had no time for delusions and hallucinations. Through the windblown snow and haze, she could see shapes of mass. Whether they were a threat or not didn't matter....Klara had been watching from within Astredae, and they hadn't seen anybody in quite some time.
"Hey!" She cried in sudden instinct to be noticed.
It was cold, and windy. Cold and windy and white, so very white. Regarding it to be snow, Astredae whispered something unintelligible and inaudible to herself. She had a stange gait, one explained by the fact that she was imbalanced. Her left arm was entirely absent from her body, and by the look of the stub that jutted out from her dirty shoulder, she had been born that way. things were different for Astredae now..where brown hair used to grow, now only yellow locks sprouted. Her hair wasn't blonde...it was a bright, dandelion yellow that could only have been caused by something unnatural. One of her eyes, though she had vision in both, was entirely white. The pupil and iris blended into the white of her eye, giving her a surreal and crazed expression. Her other eyes was normal, though the intense shade of blue it was was startling to the onlooker at first. She was panting, somehow out of breath, but she didn't remember how she'd even arrived in this forest.
The woods around her were haunting, the voices she'd been hearing since the Change galloping through the branches and dancing on the wind. Suddenly she stopped walking forward and thrust her chin to the canopy of gnarled tree branches. "Shh!" She warned the absent air around her as she listened. Voice! No...Voices! Voices was something she recognized easily, but these weren't the Voices. These Voices had more substance, and were talking to each other, not her.
In a decision that took nothing but a second, Astredae stumbled toward the sound, her jumbled mind unable to recognize possible danger.
Klara shook her head to clear her thoughts, considerably more balanced without her arm than her host. She broke the body into a run, the shouts coming over the wind as urgent yelps of sound. She didn't call out yet, because it sounded like trouble was brewing at the epicenter. The Voices that Astredae was plagued by had vanished for Klara, who had no time for delusions and hallucinations. Through the windblown snow and haze, she could see shapes of mass. Whether they were a threat or not didn't matter....Klara had been watching from within Astredae, and they hadn't seen anybody in quite some time.
"Hey!" She cried in sudden instinct to be noticed.
