Monday, October 25, 2010

Inhuman | Epilogue [old edition]

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NOTE: This is an old version of Inhuman, which is currently undergoing extensive revisions that include a stylistic overhaul and several chapters’ worth of new content. Stay tuned for the final version, due out whenever I finally slay the procrastination demon that’s taken up residence in my brain. (The bastard.) Meanwhile, please note that the following may not be representative of my current writing skills and is kept here primarily for archival purposes.

Years go by and many things change, while many more stay the same.


Epilogue

The May evening was delightful as suppertime reached its end. The radiant warmth of the large bonfire was contrasted by the refreshing breeze sweeping in from the south. The air was filled with the smells and sounds of the nearly two hundred villagers enjoying the peaceful end-of-day, some picking at the leftovers of the feast, others lounging around, engaging in light talk and trying to avoid getting trampled by the scampering cubs who competed to see who could evade their parents the longest before eventually getting caught and lightly reprimanded. The young, blossoming trees and the earth-colored facades of the cabins and huts glowed crimson and yellow in the radiance of the fire, their silhouettes cutting sharply into the dark-plum clouds that mostly masked the heavens.

The food was delicious, and once again Sean had eaten too much of it as he did nearly every night. He leaned back, now feeling pleasantly lulled by his stuffed stomach, and gazed around from where he sat with his robe and loincloth wrapped comfily around his crossed legs. He watched as one of the running cubs’ mother finally caught up with him and struggled to restrain the energetic youth from chasing after his teasing friends. Aki chuckled at the scene, seated next to him and helping herself to his leftovers as she always did. Sean merely smiled lazily at her, having given up on trying to figure out where all that food went long ago.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Inhuman | Chapter 17: Home Again [old edition]

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NOTE: This is an old version of Inhuman, which is currently undergoing extensive revisions that include a stylistic overhaul and several chapters’ worth of new content. Stay tuned for the final version, due out whenever I finally slay the procrastination demon that’s taken up residence in my brain. (The bastard.) Meanwhile, please note that the following may not be representative of my current writing skills and is kept here primarily for archival purposes.

A bittersweet return home at the end of a very long day.


— CHAPTER SEVENTEEN —

Home Again

‘Is everyone all right?’

Hartling’s call was met with a round of groans and whimpers. Kira’s head ached where it had hit the wall behind her, yet she was still unable to rub it with her arms stuck behind her back. She glanced around the darkened cabin; the other Aqueni appeared just as sore and disoriented as she felt, squirming in their seats and struggling futilely against their restraints. One white-furred rabbit jill seated in front of Kira, next to the pilot’s seat, gave a pained squeak and her eyes watered from the pain in her twitching nose; a beefy deer at her side sought aid from others to confirm whether his antlers were damaged.

‘Feel like I broke my neck,’ grumbled a wolf at Kira’s side as he stretched and winced.

‘It takes some getting used to, to land in these things,’ said Hartling apologetically from around the pilot’s seat. ‘They’re emergency vessels, not … well.’