Canis: Inhumanity

[sinfulstories]

Monster.

I fly, straight and true, above the city shrouded in ice. The world below moves sluggishly at this height, distance warping time like a hand pushing upon a net. Ice collects on my flesh, bringing shine to some planes and dulling others. Ice is beautiful - cold and unflinching. It forms in the second it takes for my wings to beat, shattering

Comments

[thedarkmother]

Oooh, I really like this. Very eloquent, even though as you imagine the action, you don't expect him to be such. I like the contrast a lot.

[charliegir1]

Promethian or Changeling? (dani cocks head)

[sinfulstories]

Neither. Geoff's game. :-)

[quiet_librarian]

I...really like this, Zack. It's so wonderfully descriptive its deliberate, agonising ponderousness, rock grating against rock as it tries to move.
As always, your descriptive talent is surpassing.

P.