12-03-2018, 01:45 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]Blood. It was a scent the former soldier was horribly familiar with. He was out on his usual run when he caught it in the wind. His body tensed and he couldn't help but think of that terrible day on the Queen Charlotte. Gun powder lingered with blood. What if whoever was hurt was just like Finnis? What if he left them to die because of his fear? He'd already died once. Surely he could do it again. His chest ached but he forced himself to run towards the danger and not away. He did what he was trained to do. What he was told to do. Guilt dug at his heart.
"Will you do what they tell you until your death, Aston?"
"They'll grant us safety! We'll never have to work another day-"
"They'll grant us a grave!"
He shoved it down and soon skidded to a stop when he arrived at the scene. He would say, in this new body he felt as though his senses were heightened and he felt he moved a bit faster. That was a very real possibility, he supposed, given the extra legs. That was when he saw the... creature. A... dinosaur. There were theories of such impossible beings. None of them had much weight, just a handful of old bones at the time of his death. Certainly nothing that breathed. His eyes widened and his breath caught briefly until something deeper seemed to kick in. The warning to be surprised by nothing, to think of an escape, to find a way to survive, to find a way to protect, to find a way... He fixed his eyes on the creature, suddenly seeming to harden as his back straightened once again and his jaw set in place. The way he stood at near perfect posture and the air of authority seemed indicative of some sort of old training, something that had to have been ingrained in his very being. A wariness of anything that wasn't an ally. "Who are you?" It was a demand more than a question.
"Will you do what they tell you until your death, Aston?"
"They'll grant us safety! We'll never have to work another day-"
"They'll grant us a grave!"
He shoved it down and soon skidded to a stop when he arrived at the scene. He would say, in this new body he felt as though his senses were heightened and he felt he moved a bit faster. That was a very real possibility, he supposed, given the extra legs. That was when he saw the... creature. A... dinosaur. There were theories of such impossible beings. None of them had much weight, just a handful of old bones at the time of his death. Certainly nothing that breathed. His eyes widened and his breath caught briefly until something deeper seemed to kick in. The warning to be surprised by nothing, to think of an escape, to find a way to survive, to find a way to protect, to find a way... He fixed his eyes on the creature, suddenly seeming to harden as his back straightened once again and his jaw set in place. The way he stood at near perfect posture and the air of authority seemed indicative of some sort of old training, something that had to have been ingrained in his very being. A wariness of anything that wasn't an ally. "Who are you?" It was a demand more than a question.