Zephyrine has never been this panicked or relieved in her short life.
Though her white wings were sore from flying so long and the temperature outside made her want to melt, she went on, knowing that if she stopped the world could quite literally end. Most of the humans were dead. The world was not supposed to end this way.
The sun's rays beat down on her relentlessly, and the wind that flew at her face was hot and scalding, rather than a blessing. Her mouth was parched, her skin was dry and cracked, and she felt like any moment her body would give out and refuse to go on any longer.
Which was impossible, since the blood that flowed within her kept her alive.
In the distance, she spotted the mountains, bare of the snow they once donned due to the extreme heat baring on Earth. She almost laughed at how silly and foreign it looked, except for the fact if she laughed she might just have a coughing fit.
A smile did grace her cracked lips, though, and she internally rejoiced - she was almost there. Faintly, to herself, she wondered how Russia used to be - the northern part of it was famous for its harsh and frigid winters.
Might not ever be that way again.
Her speed faltered as coughs started to rack her body, so painful she felt they were ripping apart her lungs. She coughed into her hand, looking down at it as white blood shone back up at her from her palm. She grimaced, looking back up to the mountains.
Slightly east..
Don't stop.
Even though her body begged her to stop, even though sleep threatened to make her pass out and dehydration threatened to choke her, she went on, determination flowing through her veins. She could see the building.
Just a little longer.
She flew until she reached the landing, where her wings failed to carry her any farther and she dropped to the ground, hacking in pain. Get to the door.
Get to the door.
She heaved herself up, her breathing rattling her lungs and white blood quickly healing the wounds she made when she fell to the ground. Her wings were nothing but deadweight as she dragged herself along.
4 days straight lead to this.
Her reddened eyes widened as she fell against the door, trying to speak and failing miserably as her dry throats couldn't carry words.
She weakly pounded against the door, breathing growing shallower as she felt her body shut down.
Please open..
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Starters to my Roleplays
Randomhello! kat here. i haven't posted anything to wattpad in a while, but i do have a few rp prompts/starters that i have saved in my notes. they're not much, but they can be interesting to read. warning: if you do happen to read this, just know that so...
