Post by Audrey on Oct 26, 2009 3:56:38 GMT -5
Hyde, latent metaphor monstrous and savage to Jekyll's more civilized demeanor, would be said generations later to have, as the tale went, trampled callously over a little girl who'd mistakenly stumbled in his way, wounded screams a meaningless wind sound in retreating ears, the imposing figure unblinking, uncaring, void of malice or responsibility, simply mowing her down with the same ease it would have taken to sidestep and walk around said child instead, rather than leaving a tremendous footprint in her tiny face. A stranger invaded this territory now and paid homage to a villain it all but echoed in ways too anachronistic to recite, scarred paws breaching the chilly land one step at a time, subject looking neither aware of this or anything but apathetic.
Despite the costume of sluggish ignorance, chrome gadgets worked ceaselessly in the clockwork labyrinths of her primitive mind, twin pools of acidic green reflecting nothing of mathematical analogies other than a measured glimmer. So weary of the deadening homogeny of the scatterstone beach, so bored of the airborne moisture and eternal diet of half-starved gulls with occasional sides of beached fish, and so unnerving likewise to imagine what could come of a creature so off growing annoyed in such a way. Dragon wanted shelter, a change of pace the next destination on her massively convoluted universal map of tactics, Arnlan the young girl she chose to trample rather than evade. She scented now the lilliputian police ants, amusingly trying to claim these parts as their own with no manual power to defend this, and remained unafraid. Impunity was hers.
There was a fallen log, its middle cushy with old moss, and it was good a place as any to camp out, that burly body wriggling inside like an anchovy to its casing to stare coolly out into the falling snowflakes and rest, hoarse breaths forming transparent clouds of carbon that dissipated just as swiftly.
Dragon was tired, so she'd found a bed.
It scarcely mattered where.
Despite the costume of sluggish ignorance, chrome gadgets worked ceaselessly in the clockwork labyrinths of her primitive mind, twin pools of acidic green reflecting nothing of mathematical analogies other than a measured glimmer. So weary of the deadening homogeny of the scatterstone beach, so bored of the airborne moisture and eternal diet of half-starved gulls with occasional sides of beached fish, and so unnerving likewise to imagine what could come of a creature so off growing annoyed in such a way. Dragon wanted shelter, a change of pace the next destination on her massively convoluted universal map of tactics, Arnlan the young girl she chose to trample rather than evade. She scented now the lilliputian police ants, amusingly trying to claim these parts as their own with no manual power to defend this, and remained unafraid. Impunity was hers.
There was a fallen log, its middle cushy with old moss, and it was good a place as any to camp out, that burly body wriggling inside like an anchovy to its casing to stare coolly out into the falling snowflakes and rest, hoarse breaths forming transparent clouds of carbon that dissipated just as swiftly.
Dragon was tired, so she'd found a bed.
It scarcely mattered where.
