Shakes
Character
ABOVE RURAL ZELTROS
Love is a burning thing
And it makes a fiery ring
Engulfed in a swirling typhoon of flame, the Midnight Drag Queen drifted over one of few remaining natural forests of the so-called 'Pleasure Planet.' A toxic halo surrounded the freighter, a shimmering wave of heat the singed the treetops, one that seemed to radiate twisting plumes of charcoal smoke. Every engine exhaled such violent discharge; patchwork steel plating burned bright pink.
Bound by wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire
The cockpit was a furnace, one clogged with burning hot gases- the glass itself was warping under the vicious heat, crumpling and shifting. By the sparking mess of a control panel, Shakes gasped for air, blood coating both his flesh and the surfaces about it. With barely conscious effort, he clumsily crawled for some escape, some release from this inferno- he was blind for the infernal haze.
Rocking unsteadily from side to side with no one to pilot it, the ship sank ever closer to the trees, jittering with each minuscule touch. For a second, Shakes thought he had found escape, grasping about his surroundings- with a grunt he flopped forwards to touch the doorframe, ever-hopeful.
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down as the flames went higher
With a horrifying metallic shriek, the ship was gored upon the trees, gashes ripping it apart simultaneously as it sank closer to the forest floor; what remained of The Midnight Drag Queen was barely recognizable as a vessel, or anything that could have ever been one. Instantly the Rodian was knocked unconscious, a spray of blood splattering the rapidly deformed walls; snaking like an impossibly narrow river, the gash rose along his face, weeping scarlet tears.
By the time the remains of the crash made contact with the ground, the cockpit looked a murder scene- Shakes was thrown through the glass, thumping heavily on what remained of the nose. Limbs stretched in all directions, he lay still while a mushroom cloud of burning spice rose behind.
And it burns, burns, burns,
The ring of fire, the ring of fire.
[member="Inger Strömfire"]
Love is a burning thing
And it makes a fiery ring
Engulfed in a swirling typhoon of flame, the Midnight Drag Queen drifted over one of few remaining natural forests of the so-called 'Pleasure Planet.' A toxic halo surrounded the freighter, a shimmering wave of heat the singed the treetops, one that seemed to radiate twisting plumes of charcoal smoke. Every engine exhaled such violent discharge; patchwork steel plating burned bright pink.
Bound by wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire
The cockpit was a furnace, one clogged with burning hot gases- the glass itself was warping under the vicious heat, crumpling and shifting. By the sparking mess of a control panel, Shakes gasped for air, blood coating both his flesh and the surfaces about it. With barely conscious effort, he clumsily crawled for some escape, some release from this inferno- he was blind for the infernal haze.
Rocking unsteadily from side to side with no one to pilot it, the ship sank ever closer to the trees, jittering with each minuscule touch. For a second, Shakes thought he had found escape, grasping about his surroundings- with a grunt he flopped forwards to touch the doorframe, ever-hopeful.
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down as the flames went higher
With a horrifying metallic shriek, the ship was gored upon the trees, gashes ripping it apart simultaneously as it sank closer to the forest floor; what remained of The Midnight Drag Queen was barely recognizable as a vessel, or anything that could have ever been one. Instantly the Rodian was knocked unconscious, a spray of blood splattering the rapidly deformed walls; snaking like an impossibly narrow river, the gash rose along his face, weeping scarlet tears.
By the time the remains of the crash made contact with the ground, the cockpit looked a murder scene- Shakes was thrown through the glass, thumping heavily on what remained of the nose. Limbs stretched in all directions, he lay still while a mushroom cloud of burning spice rose behind.
And it burns, burns, burns,
The ring of fire, the ring of fire.
[member="Inger Strömfire"]