10-27-2020, 11:30 PM
Medusa
No. No. No. Nonononononono. NO! Everything was calm. Too calm. Too quiet. Too cold. The hybrid was worried, no, terrified. It seemed even the animals of the forest hid away, even before the storm had rolled in. Staying below ground in the basement of the ruined home, the hybrid took it upon herself to drag a cushion and blanket from the upper levels of the home. Then grabbed another blanket. Thicker. Warmer. She needed it now more than ever.
Then the skies darkened, and Medusa cowered in the basement, before the statue, covered in the blankets and curled up on the cushion, facing outside. Please, she pleaded. Please, let nobody be out in this storm. It was persecution, this storm. Persecution of the masses. Of Palmclan. They did nothing to deserve this. Ice rained from above, hitting the house, rolling into a small pile by the opening of the basement. She did nothing.
Did their wise stars do NOTHING? Did they watch, or were they even there? God, how she wanted to believe the members who devoted their lives to starclan. Cold distracted her, slowed her thinking. God, she was tired. God, she was lonely. Half of her wanted someone to be stranded out there, but half of her hoped to god not. No one deserved to be stranded out there, like her. Sluggish, she shifted her position. Much better. Please, let no one be stranded out there. Please.
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗