Show Name: Halt And Catch Fire
Name: Wekufe
Prompt:
Wekufe: demon, outside being, wicked creature.
She doesn't know how long it's been. The hot, molten magma has kept her in a trance-like slumber for a very long time. No thoughts, no feelings; nothing except the endless moving touch of scorching comfort. She's distantly aware of a rumble, a sensation she can only acknowledge now that it's becoming more intense. She can feel herself moving... is she going up? What's happening? The magma carries her further, her sluggish mind slowly shedding its haze. Faster, faster, more and more shaking.
Spread your wings, child.
Her wings are stretched before she even notices, easily cutting their way through the magma.
You know what to do.
And in that moment, her mind, body, and soul have finally been slotted together. Her drowsiness disappears. The sluggishness is gone. Everything feels right.
Strong, powerful legs pound against the walls of the volcano, wings trailing behind her. Her heart is pounding inside of her chest. Legs, heart, body, mind, wings, legs, body, heart. Wings, wings, wings.
Her wings spread, carrying her as she leaps outside of the mouth of the volcano. Lava drips down her neck and from her hooves, splashing down onto the volcano below.
For the first time in a very long time, she opens her eyes. The orange light no longer dances behind her eyelids; instead of a hot molten mess, she's met with the cool, darkened, twinkling sky. She flies higher and higher, unable to get enough of the way the cold night nips at her skin.
For now, she will play. She has earned that, at least.
But that voice will come back, and it is not kind.
She doesn't know how long it's been. The hot, molten magma has kept her in a trance-like slumber for a very long time. No thoughts, no feelings; nothing except the endless moving touch of scorching comfort. She's distantly aware of a rumble, a sensation she can only acknowledge now that it's becoming more intense. She can feel herself moving... is she going up? What's happening? The magma carries her further, her sluggish mind slowly shedding its haze. Faster, faster, more and more shaking.
Spread your wings, child.
Her wings are stretched before she even notices, easily cutting their way through the magma.
You know what to do.
And in that moment, her mind, body, and soul have finally been slotted together. Her drowsiness disappears. The sluggishness is gone. Everything feels right.
Strong, powerful legs pound against the walls of the volcano, wings trailing behind her. Her heart is pounding inside of her chest. Legs, heart, body, mind, wings, legs, body, heart. Wings, wings, wings.
Her wings spread, carrying her as she leaps outside of the mouth of the volcano. Lava drips down her neck and from her hooves, splashing down onto the volcano below.
For the first time in a very long time, she opens her eyes. The orange light no longer dances behind her eyelids; instead of a hot molten mess, she's met with the cool, darkened, twinkling sky. She flies higher and higher, unable to get enough of the way the cold night nips at her skin.
For now, she will play. She has earned that, at least.
But that voice will come back, and it is not kind.
