It has been at least a month since I left and now I am here in the desert
kingdom. Not that it is much of kingdom, more like a toppled mass of
refuse. So many suffer here, most are like me. Not the people of this
world. It is dry here, so very dry, water is rationed more precious than
gold, like medicines. The amount you are allowed is just enough to keep you
on the edge of parched. Like they are trying to drive you mad slowly with
heat and thirst. It isn't like my home, so lush and green with a vast lake
and moisture in the air. After living in this wasteland a breath of my own
air might drown a lesser man.
No word gets out of this place, the actual suffering that happens here, THEY prefer it that way. Would we come if we knew? Probably not. My skin itches from the dry air and the stinging bites of insects rabid for the water in my skin, what little is left. Vash has been bitten, and his tender flesh shows signs of sickness, he may have to be taken out of this place, but not by me. No I will stay, though I am not sure why as yet.
I see women here, my own kind, they suffer perhaps the most in a world where they have no freedoms anymore. I can't imagine what that is like to be so fiercely independent and equal one moment and so lowly and subservient the next. The people of this land would be wise to understand that of all our kind our women are the most dangerous, for they will not be put down again ... ever.
Condtions here are deplorable, dusty and dirty, little water, few baths, every one stinks, everyone is thirsty and tired. Eyes wide ever watchful for the enemy, fingers convulse involunatrily near triggers longing to be pulled. Body count is at 5 today, ours, but no one will hear, no one will know. Some families will weep without notice. How kind we are.
When I arrived all I wanted to do was sleep, prepare myself for the hell to come. But the damned desert wind picked up my tattered tent and so we chased it nearly a mile across the sand, what bullshit. I was saying as much when I saw HER. With her black hair and pale eyes, so lovely in the ugliness of this place. I felt something I have not in a long while. Desire, but she is here with her father the Colonel and his eyes don't miss much, nor do hers, teasing captain.
I lie here and I think of you who are coming to me soon, my friends my fighters. My amazon, my fiery wonder, the ones who understand and read the code of the networks. You will be hard pressed to find any happiness here, you, bring the fire to scorch the sands. We will all laugh together.
No word gets out of this place, the actual suffering that happens here, THEY prefer it that way. Would we come if we knew? Probably not. My skin itches from the dry air and the stinging bites of insects rabid for the water in my skin, what little is left. Vash has been bitten, and his tender flesh shows signs of sickness, he may have to be taken out of this place, but not by me. No I will stay, though I am not sure why as yet.
I see women here, my own kind, they suffer perhaps the most in a world where they have no freedoms anymore. I can't imagine what that is like to be so fiercely independent and equal one moment and so lowly and subservient the next. The people of this land would be wise to understand that of all our kind our women are the most dangerous, for they will not be put down again ... ever.
Condtions here are deplorable, dusty and dirty, little water, few baths, every one stinks, everyone is thirsty and tired. Eyes wide ever watchful for the enemy, fingers convulse involunatrily near triggers longing to be pulled. Body count is at 5 today, ours, but no one will hear, no one will know. Some families will weep without notice. How kind we are.
When I arrived all I wanted to do was sleep, prepare myself for the hell to come. But the damned desert wind picked up my tattered tent and so we chased it nearly a mile across the sand, what bullshit. I was saying as much when I saw HER. With her black hair and pale eyes, so lovely in the ugliness of this place. I felt something I have not in a long while. Desire, but she is here with her father the Colonel and his eyes don't miss much, nor do hers, teasing captain.
I lie here and I think of you who are coming to me soon, my friends my fighters. My amazon, my fiery wonder, the ones who understand and read the code of the networks. You will be hard pressed to find any happiness here, you, bring the fire to scorch the sands. We will all laugh together.