Post by tylatz on Jan 23, 2010 22:13:23 GMT -5
Word of the death of Des Mielle echoed through Africa in record time. In a short span he had ascended to being a hero of and for the people of Africa that stood in the face of foreign oppression being visited on the continent once more and spit in its face. Talk of joining the African Union to fight the Zeon invaders shortly followed. While the AU lost its leader and compass, it had gained a martyr to inspire an entire continent.
Clifton, South Africa
Dark ocean winds entrapped the woman who stood on the brink of mortality's failing. Their briny caresses brought confirmation of Des' death and whispered in her ear telling her nothing else in this world existed outside of herself and her estranged lover. They promised her that the two would be reunited, that her and Des could be for eternity embraced as they were unable to be in life. Back and forth on that rocky ledge she rocked with the forceful stroke of the wind. Everything she ever wanted the wind would give her. It would give it all to her if she would only accept their instructions.
From her pocket she withdrew a small gold ring with a marquise diamond mounted along the edge that glinted with the shallow light of the moon. Along the inner side an inscription was etched indecipherable in the dim lighting, but known too well by the woman who held it. The letters 'DMAA' entangled by scrolling lines intended to mimic vines that held the characters tight. Again the winds whispered to her that she could have what that band represented now and forever.
With head hung she extended the ring towards the calling winds and flicked it over the edge they enticed her to cross. A vague smile spread across her lips as she turned from the frothing abyss that laid below and broke free from the grasp of the whispering wind. She produced a half empty pack of cigarettes from her pocket, slipped one between her lips and lit it with her body protecting the delicate flame of the lighter. She exhaled a plume of smoke and licked away the salty drop on her lip. With the cuff of her sleeves she dabbed at the streak across her cheek and her smile grew.
Aleena, the Siren of Clifton, was amused.
Clifton, South Africa
Dark ocean winds entrapped the woman who stood on the brink of mortality's failing. Their briny caresses brought confirmation of Des' death and whispered in her ear telling her nothing else in this world existed outside of herself and her estranged lover. They promised her that the two would be reunited, that her and Des could be for eternity embraced as they were unable to be in life. Back and forth on that rocky ledge she rocked with the forceful stroke of the wind. Everything she ever wanted the wind would give her. It would give it all to her if she would only accept their instructions.
From her pocket she withdrew a small gold ring with a marquise diamond mounted along the edge that glinted with the shallow light of the moon. Along the inner side an inscription was etched indecipherable in the dim lighting, but known too well by the woman who held it. The letters 'DMAA' entangled by scrolling lines intended to mimic vines that held the characters tight. Again the winds whispered to her that she could have what that band represented now and forever.
With head hung she extended the ring towards the calling winds and flicked it over the edge they enticed her to cross. A vague smile spread across her lips as she turned from the frothing abyss that laid below and broke free from the grasp of the whispering wind. She produced a half empty pack of cigarettes from her pocket, slipped one between her lips and lit it with her body protecting the delicate flame of the lighter. She exhaled a plume of smoke and licked away the salty drop on her lip. With the cuff of her sleeves she dabbed at the streak across her cheek and her smile grew.
Aleena, the Siren of Clifton, was amused.