Connections

by uriekuki

he breathes, they breathe. she bleeds, they bleed. they're in this together, they just don't know it. fate weaves a strange web. {A collection of drabbles}

37. Noise

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The cracking of a frozen tomb breaking open echoes down the empty halls, rebounding off bleak walls. Soft sighs, deep breaths, hoarse murmurs. Clicking ice, creaking stone, hissing wind. Prisoners no longer. Shattering, roaring, grating. Freedom so close. Whispers, mutters, hisses, snarls. A final quest to complete. Laughing, planning, taunting. "Hello, Clans."