[AW] I want to know your quietest feeling
Posted Dec 6, 2020 13:49:09 GMT -5
Post by Natania the Chaos Eater on Dec 6, 2020 13:49:09 GMT -5
It was the sound that signaled her to the incoming storm. A single, deafening crack of thunder that shook the Concrete Jungle, and boomed in her ears. Several structural things around her settled with an audible crack, and Natania paused, looking around for the slightest sign that she needed to get out and fast.
However, nothing moved. Nothing crumbled. Not even when the wind started to pick up and blow the hanging trinkets, potion bottles, and drying herbs around the small, cozy hollowed out ruins of the old convenience store. Hides and leathers stitched together covered what they could of the long-smashed-out windows in the front of the place, and towards the back - where the back of the building had already fallen away to a pile of debris out in the parking lot - was where she set up her fire. A large, iron pot sat on the fire - similar to a cauldron, but much smaller and simpler. A black smoke smudge stained the discolored ceiling from where the heat reached, and mutilated what was left of the paint and plaster. Nearby, a hunting knife stuck into an old piece of wood with the bloodied entrails and remains of a kill that Natania was processing.
Towards the center of the crumbling shop was Natania's lean-to. Made of wood that she'd scavenged from the city and also purchased from traders, it was a crude little thing. It kept the rain out when it rained like this, and it was an intimate, dark, little hole that she could hide away in when she needed some silence.
Of course, she could never escape Batty's incessant giggling. Not even when Batty was on the edges of the Concrete Jungle collecting supplies - Natania could still hear her echoing cackles bouncing off of the brick and stone that surrounded them. The crimson-colored witch learned to tune it out, and every night when she went to sleep, she did her best to think of silence and let it fill her mind.
Soon, there was a steady drone, and the rain began to pelt down on the lands beneath it. With it, the wind picked up, carrying with it wet droplets and moisture. Natania rushed around her little shelter and tied down anything that could've been carried off by the wind gusts that were tunneling through the windows to the wide-open hole in the back of the shop. Drying herbs were stashed in wicker baskets and pottery lining the floors; weapons were hung up and stashed away into their places; papers and other materials that would disintegrate from the rain were held close and stashed in the lean-to.
Just as Natania was collecting the last few degradable materials, her orange eyes caught a shadow moving just outside the doorway. Adjusting her hide cape, and chucking the items into her lean-to, she stood tall and straight. "Who's there?" she growled.
Open to one or two! Set at night on Apr 17, 2755. It just started to pour and Natania might've seen your character outside
However, nothing moved. Nothing crumbled. Not even when the wind started to pick up and blow the hanging trinkets, potion bottles, and drying herbs around the small, cozy hollowed out ruins of the old convenience store. Hides and leathers stitched together covered what they could of the long-smashed-out windows in the front of the place, and towards the back - where the back of the building had already fallen away to a pile of debris out in the parking lot - was where she set up her fire. A large, iron pot sat on the fire - similar to a cauldron, but much smaller and simpler. A black smoke smudge stained the discolored ceiling from where the heat reached, and mutilated what was left of the paint and plaster. Nearby, a hunting knife stuck into an old piece of wood with the bloodied entrails and remains of a kill that Natania was processing.
Towards the center of the crumbling shop was Natania's lean-to. Made of wood that she'd scavenged from the city and also purchased from traders, it was a crude little thing. It kept the rain out when it rained like this, and it was an intimate, dark, little hole that she could hide away in when she needed some silence.
Of course, she could never escape Batty's incessant giggling. Not even when Batty was on the edges of the Concrete Jungle collecting supplies - Natania could still hear her echoing cackles bouncing off of the brick and stone that surrounded them. The crimson-colored witch learned to tune it out, and every night when she went to sleep, she did her best to think of silence and let it fill her mind.
Soon, there was a steady drone, and the rain began to pelt down on the lands beneath it. With it, the wind picked up, carrying with it wet droplets and moisture. Natania rushed around her little shelter and tied down anything that could've been carried off by the wind gusts that were tunneling through the windows to the wide-open hole in the back of the shop. Drying herbs were stashed in wicker baskets and pottery lining the floors; weapons were hung up and stashed away into their places; papers and other materials that would disintegrate from the rain were held close and stashed in the lean-to.
Just as Natania was collecting the last few degradable materials, her orange eyes caught a shadow moving just outside the doorway. Adjusting her hide cape, and chucking the items into her lean-to, she stood tall and straight. "Who's there?" she growled.
Open to one or two! Set at night on Apr 17, 2755. It just started to pour and Natania might've seen your character outside
