12-18-2015, 07:21 PM
The revolving and steely thunder of what sounded akin to a thousand horse hooves gripping against the grassy wheat-tufted plain arose with a winding, grinding stutter. Metallic sounds whooped and tripled in number over the tracks laid cleanly out before them in iron and wooden blocks. Pebbles were tossed about by the rumbling vibrations; gushing cataracts of steam and black coal-smoke spluttered up into the great bowl of the sky. With a heavy snort and a shudder, the iron-horse bowed its helm of gilded gold forwards against the wind and labored forth over trodden tracks.
Nondescript and loosely-sketched buildings fell swiftly behind it, merely a dusty and easily-forgotten memory. The carts tugged incessantly along in its wake careened unevenly with the wind, the thick, velvety curtains cover the windows stirring along with the shifting of the train’s silvery armored sides.
One such curtain was swiftly tugged across its coppery hanger, revealing a small, cramped sleeper cabin and a girl stood uncomfortably at its center. Without the curtains blotting out the sunlight, blissful illumination washed over the plush seats and folding toilet that took up much of the precious space within.
The girl, who had fluffy white dog ears poking out from the top of her dark hood, suspiciously narrowed her green eyes at the sliding wooden doors she had pulled closed with a latch. With each shuddering heave the train gave, it let out a warning squeak that grated on her nerves.
But, she had other things to worry about. Far more worrisome things that set her heart to pounding, clogging her throat with bitterly dry dread that only increased with each new terrible possibility her mind spun.
Her eyes strayed for a moment to the sink, small and of porcelain make. It dribbled at her, a single droplet of water rippling across her sea of vexed nerves. The cabin seemed far too dark; the walls drew nearer with each passing second. Jade Harley gulped, the sound audible over the roar of wheels across iron tracks, so very different from the gentle lapping of the waves against her island’s shore.
Oh, how she longed to prance upon its tropical earth once again, the jungle sound in her ears and the breeze teasing through the dark tresses of her hair! But, it was neither the time nor the place to be reminiscing on such abandoned childhood memories. The claustrophobic little cabin was merely a vessel carrying her towards limitless prairie, with the manes of great white horses billowing along either of its blue, star-vaulted sides.
Adventure. The word sang in her blood, stilling her wobbly nerves and sorrowfully trembling lips. Yet, as she looked around at her narrow cabin and stuffy, dust-layered furniture, she became frustrated with her heart’s insistence that it was all well within her reach.
She was caught up in staring longingly at the door latch when a shadow fell across her door, dissipating again hardly an instant later, like the swooping of a great dark bird. This would not have seemed outwardly remarkable had it not been for the fact that this movement was imitated twice soon afterwards.
Jade startled, scarcely believing it. Could someone be wandering out between the railcars? As far as she knew, there was nothing but dizzyingly empty space and a single band of rusted metal linking each car together to be found outside of a cabin. To step out for even a moment would be incredibly precarious— deadly, even.
Her lips curled up into a small smile at the mere thought. Adventure.
With scrabbling hands, Jade unlatched her cabin door and was straightaway startled by the door handle being wrenched from her grasp by the strong, cutting winds. Her eyelashes and cheeks stung as she inched out from her cabin door, buffeted on all sides by the rowdy breeze. Jade’s hair whistled through the air in whip-like movements, a right cat o' nine tails cutting through the air.
Jade found the ladder that would lead her to the top of the railcar, carefully slotting her red-slippered feet atop one of the metal bars there. The steel bit at her fingers as she latched onto it, cool and almost sharp. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, Jade ascended.
The top of the railcar was like an inverted tunnel, hurtling towards some unseen destination and with wind tearing over its ribbed top. Sunlight glinted over the metallic covering, and Jade’s hands scrabbled for purchase until she was finally able to stand. A frown worming its way over he normally cheery face, Jade peered through coursing air at the three people tearing their way across the top of the train.
One, a teenaged girl with long black hair and red eyes, wielded a wicked blade that sliced soundlessly through the air as she curved it with dexterous skill; A real Red Eyed Killer. Another, clad in clothing that allowed for its wearer to circumvent any blows or sword thrusts, seemed to simply disappear from one place and reappear seamlessly in another with alarming frequency.
It was clear that the two previously described were facing off against the taller fellow, who was clad all in peculiar dark armor that glimmered as he walked. This armor also appeared to be fundamentally mechanized, and Jade would be unsurprised to discover that its wearer was just the same. He was equally hawkish and shrewd towards his opponents, giving as much as he got with each blow.
For a few fleeting seconds, Jade considered returning to her cabin and simply pretending that nothing out of the ordinary had transpired. It was a trick of the light, a hallucination at best— there certainly weren’t any unruly brigands scuffling atop the moving locomotive.
Unfortunately, it would seem that fate had other ideas, as a sudden jolt sent Jade tumbling forward and nearly caterwauling over the callous steel-lined edge. With luck, or perhaps miserably without it, the dog-eared girl merely slid a few feet and scraped her knees until they bled. This stroke of good fortune was interrupted by a heavy foot thumping loudly right beside her head, like a thunderclap on a balmy midsummer evening.
“Agh!” Jade yelped, rolling out of the way. Her elbows jabbed painfully against the metallic layering of the railcar, the contents of her stomach pitched sloppily around as she attempted to just get out of the flipping way.
Nondescript and loosely-sketched buildings fell swiftly behind it, merely a dusty and easily-forgotten memory. The carts tugged incessantly along in its wake careened unevenly with the wind, the thick, velvety curtains cover the windows stirring along with the shifting of the train’s silvery armored sides.
One such curtain was swiftly tugged across its coppery hanger, revealing a small, cramped sleeper cabin and a girl stood uncomfortably at its center. Without the curtains blotting out the sunlight, blissful illumination washed over the plush seats and folding toilet that took up much of the precious space within.
The girl, who had fluffy white dog ears poking out from the top of her dark hood, suspiciously narrowed her green eyes at the sliding wooden doors she had pulled closed with a latch. With each shuddering heave the train gave, it let out a warning squeak that grated on her nerves.
But, she had other things to worry about. Far more worrisome things that set her heart to pounding, clogging her throat with bitterly dry dread that only increased with each new terrible possibility her mind spun.
Her eyes strayed for a moment to the sink, small and of porcelain make. It dribbled at her, a single droplet of water rippling across her sea of vexed nerves. The cabin seemed far too dark; the walls drew nearer with each passing second. Jade Harley gulped, the sound audible over the roar of wheels across iron tracks, so very different from the gentle lapping of the waves against her island’s shore.
Oh, how she longed to prance upon its tropical earth once again, the jungle sound in her ears and the breeze teasing through the dark tresses of her hair! But, it was neither the time nor the place to be reminiscing on such abandoned childhood memories. The claustrophobic little cabin was merely a vessel carrying her towards limitless prairie, with the manes of great white horses billowing along either of its blue, star-vaulted sides.
Adventure. The word sang in her blood, stilling her wobbly nerves and sorrowfully trembling lips. Yet, as she looked around at her narrow cabin and stuffy, dust-layered furniture, she became frustrated with her heart’s insistence that it was all well within her reach.
She was caught up in staring longingly at the door latch when a shadow fell across her door, dissipating again hardly an instant later, like the swooping of a great dark bird. This would not have seemed outwardly remarkable had it not been for the fact that this movement was imitated twice soon afterwards.
Jade startled, scarcely believing it. Could someone be wandering out between the railcars? As far as she knew, there was nothing but dizzyingly empty space and a single band of rusted metal linking each car together to be found outside of a cabin. To step out for even a moment would be incredibly precarious— deadly, even.
Her lips curled up into a small smile at the mere thought. Adventure.
With scrabbling hands, Jade unlatched her cabin door and was straightaway startled by the door handle being wrenched from her grasp by the strong, cutting winds. Her eyelashes and cheeks stung as she inched out from her cabin door, buffeted on all sides by the rowdy breeze. Jade’s hair whistled through the air in whip-like movements, a right cat o' nine tails cutting through the air.
Jade found the ladder that would lead her to the top of the railcar, carefully slotting her red-slippered feet atop one of the metal bars there. The steel bit at her fingers as she latched onto it, cool and almost sharp. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, Jade ascended.
The top of the railcar was like an inverted tunnel, hurtling towards some unseen destination and with wind tearing over its ribbed top. Sunlight glinted over the metallic covering, and Jade’s hands scrabbled for purchase until she was finally able to stand. A frown worming its way over he normally cheery face, Jade peered through coursing air at the three people tearing their way across the top of the train.
One, a teenaged girl with long black hair and red eyes, wielded a wicked blade that sliced soundlessly through the air as she curved it with dexterous skill; A real Red Eyed Killer. Another, clad in clothing that allowed for its wearer to circumvent any blows or sword thrusts, seemed to simply disappear from one place and reappear seamlessly in another with alarming frequency.
It was clear that the two previously described were facing off against the taller fellow, who was clad all in peculiar dark armor that glimmered as he walked. This armor also appeared to be fundamentally mechanized, and Jade would be unsurprised to discover that its wearer was just the same. He was equally hawkish and shrewd towards his opponents, giving as much as he got with each blow.
For a few fleeting seconds, Jade considered returning to her cabin and simply pretending that nothing out of the ordinary had transpired. It was a trick of the light, a hallucination at best— there certainly weren’t any unruly brigands scuffling atop the moving locomotive.
Unfortunately, it would seem that fate had other ideas, as a sudden jolt sent Jade tumbling forward and nearly caterwauling over the callous steel-lined edge. With luck, or perhaps miserably without it, the dog-eared girl merely slid a few feet and scraped her knees until they bled. This stroke of good fortune was interrupted by a heavy foot thumping loudly right beside her head, like a thunderclap on a balmy midsummer evening.
“Agh!” Jade yelped, rolling out of the way. Her elbows jabbed painfully against the metallic layering of the railcar, the contents of her stomach pitched sloppily around as she attempted to just get out of the flipping way.
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