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076. Predatory
They were women possessed.
Never like this had they been during the annual game of International Badass Capture the Flag; they were usually as much like themselves as they always were. Yasu was more or less a pushover, and Satu was too loud to do anything of help for her side (though on the opposite she was appreciated greatly).
It was drizzling, the ground was half-muddy and likely too slick for running to be safe at all, and they had a pack of half-wild men running after them. Lives, pride, love, war, it all seemed to be caught in the balance of that rain-soaked moment.
Amazons, banshees, warriors of the old and the new; their faces were streaked with rain and mud and exhilarante tears, feet bitten bloody, calves burning, chests aching with the effort of running so far, so fast. They were too proud to fall, too caught up to lose the grip on the tattered red flag of the boy's team, too too too.
Satu was missing her viking furs, her war trophies, her axe; Yasu her robes, her hair too messy, where is her sword? Disgraces are they, but ancient blood courses through their veins, the blood of mothers too far gone to understand; but they are always watching their daughters, waiting for a moment to kiss their foreheads, bless them with exhilaration.
Live, little girl. Run and live and laugh. You are human, this is human, I love you, never forget. Now go.
Painted with mud, feral grins on their faces, hair too far gone to be repaired in one wash, two; they crash into home base without a second thought and bask in the glory of it all.
 men getting pregnant · Mon Jan 04, 2010 @ 07:43am · 0 Comments |
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