by major tom » Mon Mar 01, 2010 5:56 am
((-Dies of happiness- I saw Avatar again yesterday. . . In 3D!!! It was so epic, but my brother didn't get a pair so my sister gave hers to him and we switched off every once in a while. I cried when Grace died. U.u But, unfortunately, I couldn't get on the computer because a virus attacked it. I had to make a whole new account on my comp. and it's being agonizingly slow. ;_; At least I didn't miss much, and Pandora gave me a chance to post with Ky'ruu. -Waves sadly to her- Bye! I hope this post isn't a fail. . .))
Ki'ruu supressed a dark chuckle as his arrow met its target and made a home in the dreamwalker's heart. It made a soft thunk as the weapon took her life, the tip disappearing in her flesh. He cocked his head, listening, and glanced around cautiously before slowly, hesitantly sauntered across the clearing to the corpse. The Na'vi crouched above the Sky Person and gazed down at her for a few silent moments, golden eyes blazing with hatred at the corpse, then retrieved his arrow from her chest. Ki'ruu turned and disappeared into the woods instantly, leaving nothing but his footprints and his scent to linger with the dead dreamwalker.
Jenn was back in the ship, sitting next to the man as their gazes met. He nodded, and she leaned forward, slightly hesitant as she stole a glance at him. She extended her arm to rest her fingers on the window portraying Pandora. The glass as freezing to the touch, but instead of recoiling back to her seat a satisfied smile crept across her pale features. It seemed as though the beautiful planet were only a hair's breadth away, separated only by a milimeter of glass. But she knew better. The glass was probably at least six inches thick and reinforced with titanium. Still, it was. . .
Jenn's dream-thought was interrupted as she came racing back to her horrible reality. The pain was, if possible, even more intense now, and she was experiencing an agonizing burning sensation in her legs as well as her head. The human struggled to refrain from crying out in pain and ground her teeth in order not to bite through her split lip again. Tough it out marine, she told herself. Find help. A nearly inaudible, nagging voice whined, You'll never survive! Your life span is diminishing as we speak, and it's remarkable yet impossible that you are still alive as well as conscious. Everyone in this establishment must have heard you, but where are they? No one is coming.
Jenn told the voice to shut up.
My name is Tiger, and your name is not Tiger, and I'm here to make you think about death and get sad and stuff. A few of my interests include science fiction, video games, comic books, girl bands, wearing too much eye makeup, and dismantling the patriarchy. My preferred required pronouns are they/them/their.