Post by xombiefan on Nov 12, 2010 8:57:40 GMT -5
Memories. Fragments.
There’d been
a forest
the trees lush and green.
Winter was over,
he’d left his mountaintop burrow
to forage again.
That place
tiny two-leggers running around.
Except the one
the one who’d stood there.
Stood there with
with that stone raised up
Babbling something
something he couldn’t quite hear
and then…
and then
BLACKNESS
He was stiff
cold,
so cold.
He couldn’t move
where was the sun?
Why was he here?
He could feel movement at first, and then
nothing
Nothing for the longest time.
Achingly forever
so still
so
Very
cold
Movement? No.
Wait.
Yes! He was being moved!
Voices, chatter not his own.
Again movement.
And
and...
LIGHT!!
A crack, growing, crushing the darkness, surrounding him with its loving warmth. Something pressing on him. He can feel! He can move! He shakes himself and stretches, the pressure falling away, cracking, crashing and screams.
*****
The squirrel stands amid the remains of Tokyo University’s Archaeology building. It gazes into the sky, letting the sun bath him in its welcoming glow. Pausing for a moment, the gigantic squirrel shakes the remaining rubble and debris from its shaggy coat. Energy crackles along the spines on its back as sparks dance from its two stubby horns. Then, breathing deeply, it throws back its enormous head and screeches to the heavens.
Ekhornkin has come to Tokyo.
There’d been
a forest
the trees lush and green.
Winter was over,
he’d left his mountaintop burrow
to forage again.
That place
tiny two-leggers running around.
Except the one
the one who’d stood there.
Stood there with
with that stone raised up
Babbling something
something he couldn’t quite hear
and then…
and then
BLACKNESS
He was stiff
cold,
so cold.
He couldn’t move
where was the sun?
Why was he here?
He could feel movement at first, and then
nothing
Nothing for the longest time.
Achingly forever
so still
so
Very
cold
Movement? No.
Wait.
Yes! He was being moved!
Voices, chatter not his own.
Again movement.
And
and...
LIGHT!!
A crack, growing, crushing the darkness, surrounding him with its loving warmth. Something pressing on him. He can feel! He can move! He shakes himself and stretches, the pressure falling away, cracking, crashing and screams.
*****
The squirrel stands amid the remains of Tokyo University’s Archaeology building. It gazes into the sky, letting the sun bath him in its welcoming glow. Pausing for a moment, the gigantic squirrel shakes the remaining rubble and debris from its shaggy coat. Energy crackles along the spines on its back as sparks dance from its two stubby horns. Then, breathing deeply, it throws back its enormous head and screeches to the heavens.
Ekhornkin has come to Tokyo.