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Sky's Rally and Set Mind to Purpose -
Capital's Foreboding Shaded Stable:
'Banner of Thunder: G'S - Orange Rubber, Yellow Treads. Gold Painted and Plated Rims. Red-Fade Flows from Skirt to a Yellow Body to a Fiery Blue Top. 6 Speaker-Exhaust Pipes to Whistle, 3 to each side to Roar, Breathing Chemical Rainbow Fires; Casted in Gold, behind Barriers to Entry. In the Bed is a Rotating Speaker Duum Herald. Surrounding it; a cage adorned with fresh, cleaned and a wide assortment of human bones. A Skull's Ruin with it's eye crushed outwards from the inside out was her Hood Ornament. An Absolute Beast and a Monster of a Truck. Her own mobile Throne to seat her while she's out and about.
This is Glow'Stomper, Extension of the Inciter. Steed to the Mighty Eurasian Juggernaut. Hammer of the East. Speaker and Herald of Her and Hers' Peoples. The Wall Between Two Rivals.
One of Nine Low'Queens with the High seat lying dormant.
{Branded to Seared} Now, Knighted; a Recognized Commander and Enforcer of the Low'High Council.
Her Name is the Sky's Ruin, Dawn.
G'S x 2 D'S'R n' Hammer's Head - Spear'Head
25 Cars x 50 Heads
Amozoan x 12 Two-Seats, Speed Squires - Fast - Durable - Resilient
Houndz x 13 Two-Seats, Quik Heaviis - Transport - Heavy - Above Moderate Speed
The Heads 25 Chikadees [Shields]
The Bodies 25 Houndzies - Spears -'
'Mmff, Self, Spread, Butters.' - [F] -
- [V'I'I'S's'P'D'F'Z'a] -
...\ - Glow'Stomper's Start and Voice - /...
'Misery shakes the foundation of mine core. I haven't eaten in ages.' A painful growl escapes from Sky's abdomen. She does not flinch nor even grimace as she sizes up her Charges. She presses a button on her Mask. A soft hum, like that of a gentle caressing wind embraced the ears of her Squires. Yet sweet air could become swift hurricane, in an instant, they knew and respected it well.
Ruin's brow narrows and looks to her Love. Her Hammer's brow furrowed and determined, closes eyes and nods solemnly. Hers' creases sadly at the edges. The gaze shifts to Her Table.
Sky soaks in every last drop. Their ribs becoming shown. Faces gaunt, worn and dying. Their armors, threads and armaments of war, were all beginning to lose their fitness from old strap points.
'Cutting weight, what once was bold and hardened, was now thinning and skinning.'
The Shimmering Silver Squires of Her Warrior's Fist. 'And the Eyes...' sunken so deep and permanently fixated on chemical dependency, that their pupils were black pits in seeming unending dilation. They only had small, tiny, insignificant, white lights left in their broken and starving eyes.
"Hungry?" The Sky asks.
They nod.
"Mount up." The Wall straightens her brows and watches through her Charges as they idly, with reckless determination, shining in their slow beating hearts. Numbed to pain and, unfortunately, everything else, remember routine and regime and climb in their Horses.
"Clap Your Steeds Twice if You Are with Me."
.../ - - Out Back - - \...
.../ Hope...
'Imperator's Office, A Look on Down, and Scouting Mission for New Outpost. Claimed Buzzard Territory to Nuxi Gorge.
Population, Respite, Salvation.
[Round n' Sound]
Capital: The Ang, The Har, The Ad. The Splendid City. Outback.
(3 Layers, 3 Steppes, Citadel Angharad the Splendid; Lush - Nuxi Gorge, Green - Back Bowl, Builder Farm - The South, Green Town - The North)'
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The Generous Green Garden, City Splendid. Hidden deep and safe behind the Shiny and Chrome Gates of Valhalla'Allahlav settled and nestled beyond the mouth of the aptly named, 'Nuxi Gorge.' A Hell Mouth of Fire and Reminisce. Gates, unnecessary to be guarded, the Spirit of the War Boyz and the Peace Songs of Before, protecting it with infinite remembrance.
Just inside the Shiny and Chrome is defenses to the Maximum. The hills alive with stories, victories, witnesses to stunning cavalcades and crushing defeats. Savings and epic rescues! Scavenged and Sacred Honored Armors. Tombstones of old gear and accessories being prayed, kneeled and recognized upon. Always under the watchful eyes of the War Boyz and the Peace Songs of the Present. Just pass the exit of this canyon, is the Lush.
A world worth fighting for. Fields and Sprout-Budding Trees of Green as far as the eye could see, as like a Sea.
Green Town always pumping, toiling and roiling, a firm extension of the Dag's Arm. The pumps giving veins to electrical systems and old ways of generating other renewable power sources. Now, a Market Bazaar, a Stall Town and the Chrome Fight Pit for the more aggressive fellows to settle disputes on the dirt and sand. Non-lethal combat of course; hurt each other, laugh about it, and then drink out about it. A True Valhallan Life. Such was the Way of a War Boy. The Black Apron Centurion was always hard at work curing and fertilizing the land around Splendid, this was her primary work bench and station house, Curing the Pestilence. A most breath-taking display.
The Builder Farm, utilizing and recreating the world around them, the Shield and Arms of its Peoples. Mostly the reason of Allahlav's insurmountable defenses and offenses. It was hard work but Walls, Canyon, Steppes and Gate brought to fruition by the Grace of the Peace Songs. Ambassadors and Warriors of their own right. The metal repurposed for a Defensive Life instead of an Offensive Death. Centurion Cheedo the Fragile's Reach of Care, Smiting War into Peace. A most cautious arena.
Together, Peace and War planted the mighty Back Bowl. Primary housing for its Peoples far from the Front Gate, beyond West of Citadel Angharad, to solidify a safe fall back and recuperation station. Also, encased in Quaint Gardens, Pleasant Flowers and Fragrant Fields. Militant Outposts and Diplomatic Solutions conducting a perfect spiral into a most beauteous effort and endeavor. One was to never know out here, a place where everything could hurt, at a single moment's notice. The Mission: Feeding Famine Full, one meal at a time. A most satisfying harmony.
The Shields of the Ang, the Har, the Ad. Three Layers of Thickening and Hardening Walls of Defenses. Openings to make use of pitch, launch, and knock-loose, if it were necessary, strewn throughout the Three Hardening Offenses. Being under constant pace and protection of Peace and War manning the walls. A most impressive display of commitment, loyalty, determination and, most of all, the Want of Solace.
For it was the Goal.
Three Representations of Honor of Every Steppe of the Task-at-Hand, high ground, dug into and around the Earth. Settled in the Three Offensive Ring Bulwarks; was three more stocky, built-high, wooden fencing, also composing of chain link and a thin, but hardy, layer of sheet metals. The Steppes of Splendid.
The Three Thickening Fences, however, were not only guarded night and day, but brought about still minds of True Genuine Hope of Safety and Respite. Barbwire on High, Spikes from Sides and Caltrops of Metal, big enough to maim the biggest of Horses. To each their own, representing rejuvenation of this hot, desolate world.
The Ang, Cheedo the Dust Centurion's Charge and Land. Protectors and Securers, Builders and Workers of Prosperity from the Insanity. In her region composure was the key component of her Bulwark and stability, came afterwards. Blacksmiths, Forges, Tailoring, Architecture and Libraries. A most relaxing and invigorating display of anxiety come to work nervously and, more importantly, passionately.
The Har, Black Apron's Labs and Holdings. Alchemist's Shoppe and Botany Gardens of fruits, vegetables and various cleansing greens. Salves, oils, lotions and most dangerous concoctions. The bubbles never seemed to cease as the Dag was always flitting about paying attention to her novices, making due diligence of smacking hands at bad chemistry combos about to happen. Thankful for her Graduated Adepts to Serve in the Endeavor of Learning. Schoolhouses, Green Trails and Fountains. The heat of the Dag's mind being set to purpose. Reeducation and Rebirth.
The Ad, Overseer Capable's Base of Operations a Master Tactician and Motivator. Tragedy and Drama is the primary drive here, becoming Want and Lust for Life. Most often in the Back Bowl, ensuring consistent and constant spiral of two points coming together in harmony. From atop the Ang'Har'Ad, however, she put aside her soup ladle for the compass and map. Always, remembering, knowing full well the wastes could claim another love like Him, from another like Her. She could not prevent it, yet one life at a time, was a good start. Resource Protector, Loving Charity and Insurer of all tasks at hand, a most compatible display.
The Splendid Citadel, Advisor Toast the Knowing's Place of Sensitive Organization and Commitment to Cause. Here, she was under constant sustained stress, gnawing on a piece of wheat, or the like, as she tended the sick among the many levels of the Citadel. Neatly tucking away logs, scrolls, books and running about on a rolling ladder from her Shelves of Knowledge. Checking Water and Humidity levels; calling on her Dag and Dust when a problem escaped her knowing about the pipes and gardens, or other things to that affect. A spittoon was a requirement in every corner of her most visited areas. She was most often looking down from the Screaming Skull Balcony, long since vined and mossed over, taking notes and reading. Her old quarters were most disenchanting.
The Barrier Fences of Entry mirror their Bulwark of Defensive and Offensive counterparts. Tight-knit and then expanded. Builder Farm to the North and Green Town to the South. A most Lush Place to East and with a Back and Bowl to the West. Apocalyptic Recovery to the Rejuvenation of Apocalypto.
The Advisor fretted to herself, having pulled the Imperator from a recent fever and is most upset that she wants to take to the sands, again, so soon. The Knowing popped her bubble gum and spat it over the edge. She then sighs and closes her book, before tucking arm and stepping onward to Furiosa's Office.
.../ Office of Dreams
'Do you even remember what you were protecting...?' A voice echoes into Furiosa's mind as searing pain in her ribs causes her to stir and rise. The nightmare breathing heavily out of her lungs in quick gasps.
The Imperator was at her desk Risen from a deep and Nightmarish slumber. Only one memory of it clinging to the forefront of her mind.
"Nux..." Hot tears falling to the thighs of a warrior.
Soft, deliberate, graceful footfalls and the soft rustling of paper works being organized, "A shade of the past, love. Let it go." Toast the Knowing speaks with sincerity, while peering down at her documents.
"Not this one. It felt real..." Imperator Furiosa trails off, losing herself in single thought in one fleeting moment, "Like I experienced it before, something, that has yet to be," the Imperator replies wiping her face in frustration.
"It still singes, dunnit?" Toasty inquires lifting the Imperator's arm and shirt and gingerly applying a cream and salve.
"It's fine, really, honestly. I am being true. The pain is becoming less and far between episodes. It is actually fading." Furi smiles passionately and honestly to Toast, tucking shirt after ointment.
It is met with an inquisitive glare, but softens seeing genuine truth in her eyes, "You know something I don't love?" Toast asked, leer leaving and inquisition rooting itself in place. The cocked eyebrow of the Advisor firm and unmoving, peering down at her Commander in Charge.
Furiosa becomes focused, a slight and subtle, but noticeable, pinch in her inner brow. "Maybe, but we still have work to do," she says, dawning her shield arm and strapping in as she makes her way past Toast. Stepping lively and quick in steps.
"FURI! No! Stop! Come back here this instant!"
Furiosa stops and about-faces to Toast, listening and waiting.
"You almost died, last week," The Knowing seethes the Truth, "Disease is still rampant and without mercy out there and it almost killed you. Watching you fitfully comatose for three! Days! Screaming and shouting in your sleep! I was petrified, mortified. Hell! Terrified, even! Knowing that my friend, mentor and comrade could have very well been on her death bed. And what am I greeted with...? The combative nature we are working so hard to purify and abolish. So, tell me, honestly and sincerely, what do you think of our predicament? Because your lung, begged to differ, the whole while..."
"Have you looked down recently...?" Imperator Furiosa smirks and steps out. Leaving Toast to throw a stack of papers to the floor and release a frustrated growl and scream combo, but low and far from ear shot. Sitting in the Office chair and face comes to palms. No one ever knowing about the salt water leaking through her fingers.
.../ ...and Ruin
Pushed out, desperate, beaten, ravaged and unnecessary targets of the wastes were retreated far out to fend for themselves having grown dangerously soft in head and feral in mind. Too far gone to insanity to appreciate the actual prosperity. Addicted to the rush of slaughter. Instinct and basic social skills to pack hunt with their scattered tribes, clans and cliques, was what little humanity remained.
Outcasts and Exiles.
'That could easily be manipulated.'
.../ The Gathering Speech
The Sky's Wall is on her Hood. Looking down at the sandy plane of the Denizens of this Harsh Waste. The Rejects, casted out and left abandoned.
"I know," the Wall paces back and forth, for just a moment, "You are tired and hungry. Living off the scraps. The dirt. The run off," A single finger flicks up, "Of the Sewage of a Filthy Paradise!"
Indistinct murmurs buzz throughout the Crowd.
"Answer me this, Mine Potential," Ruin leans and looms over them, then whispers gentle hum, "Would you not like it for yourselves...?"
Nods and raised voices of agreement from the Wastes.
"What have you all had to eat? I can hear your stomachs. I can see the strain on your faces repressing the pain of hunger. Tell me, how long has it been since you had a full belly...?"
The Bounty Hunters all gawk to one and another, questioning each other with silent expressions. They all look back.
"I can offer that to you. We can offer that to you!"
"A'Ha!" The Shimmering and the Shining cheer, raising fists.
Sky raises her fist to quell rambunctious agreement of Personal Guard.
"Not only that, friends, comrades! But your true heart's desire! Whether it be Land...!" The Sky's Ruin cups her hand against ear.
"Yeah..." They reluctantly call back.
"Food!"
"H-hey... yeah! Y-yeah!" Someone speaks out.
They all call back, "Yeah...!"
"Drink-uh...!" A flick of the tongue at the end of the word of the Blue and Bright's Voice of Hurrikane.
A solemn whimpering from the Stall. Cracked, chapped lips. Skin tone. The licking of the chops, said it all.
"Oh, and mine ladies and mine gentlemen," Her Herald of Duum crouches low bringing her level, with position, but garnishing respect in the down to earth pose. She cups a hand, and again, around her Mask and whispers, "The Thrill of the Hunt...!"
"Yeah!" They seemed fired now. Passion of hot intensity reigniting in their broken eyes.
"Come with me then," Sky exclaims, rising up with arms outstretched, "Together! We shall rule this world!"
"YEAH!" They roar as they are being whipped into a frenzy.
The Fist is Raised.
Silence becomes Them.
Sky's smile broadens underneath Mask, then lets out a most heavy sigh, and then asks:
"Oo'hoo...?" The Fist is Raised and Ruin looks away from them, beckoning the Bounty Lottery to call her.
"A'Ha!"
"Good! All I ask is Mine Own Bounty be left intact, not completely or entirely, mind you, but alive! Are we in agreement?!"
"A'Ha!"
"Then Bargain Struck and Pact is Sealed! Mount your Horses. Death to the Imperator!" The Sky Calls.
"Death to Furiosa! Hail! The Inciter and Her Hammer!" They All call back. Then mounted and sped off to ensure the plan that was to come.
'The Desert Never Screamed so Loud...'
.../ A Sudden Kick in the Dirt
The Black White Red Banner flows and billows high. The late afternoon sun pierces down in the glow of tinged-yellow sand; glistening, glinting and glazing in the star's shine. Cheedo and Furiosa's Convoy, having already set up an outline for camp and were unpacking the supplies and tents. Relaying to each other about last night's festivities.
It is all too lax, though. A sense all to familiar to the Imperator. Yet, the sights and merriment she beheld before her pulled her gently back to reality. That nagging unease, though. Something along the line of a missed opportunity that darted out of reach from nagging skull. A quick look back behind her shoulder reveals sand.
Nothing but sand.
Furiosa's brow furrows in instinctive worry. Smile returns, however, as she watched the Peace Songs dance with their War Boyz, crossing over as well, wherever preference sung to their emboldened hearts. Some others determined to set up shop and always watching for their Centurion's and Imperator's commendation and acknowledgement.
"Always willing to please," Furi projects to the camp, even though she was speaking to Cheedo. Fragile giggles and is met with a sly smirk in return from her Commanding Officer. A smile from a Boy as he proudly draws up and hoists Their Colors. The Black, the White, and the Red.
Cheedo the Dust, Centurion of the Guard, vividly livid but restraint being shown utmost dominance. Especially, after the short laugh high; something she has been practicing to calm nerves during intensity and balanced breathing to refocus after happy sensations. The time educating and training the others was tedious and most fruitful in its labor. It would surely seem.
'Peace never lasts, as well...'
Trap Door Spiders spring into action. Earth, sand and rock explode several paces beyond, close in and all around the camp site. Chattering, skittering, hissing and screeching.
'The holes were all around at random! This was a huge sand pit of a trap just waiting to happen!'
Cavern Curtains burst free Spiky Vultures. Singing, cheering, jeering and shouting. Chains and splinters showering around from them, as it seemed they exploded from the sandy and rocky hillside.
'The East Hill from Base!'
Scorching Buzzards sore in over the Dunes. Roaring, purring, humming and sliding amongst the dirt in a prompt display of power through their unity. The Fastest and Most Fearsome of the Bounty Lottery. They are quick and already the closest in.
'South! And by South-West! A far out Northern Dirt Churning, as well; with all arrows pointed straight at us!'
Followed closely and hotly by Chomping Cycling Coyotes. Cackling and screaming wildly at the delicious bounty they were to receive. All eyes fixed on one in particular. Maybe even, two or three...
'They're Everywhere...!'
"WEST! RIDES! FAST!" The Imperator Commands.
Then a Roar, so monstrous and loud and backed by numerous sudden Claps of Thunder. Sky's Steed ramps over the Hill. Time's dial coming to a crawl as the Wall of Sand surrounding and herding them to the Canyon Chrome to the West, only escalated in pace and height. Enraged Personal Guard in Shimmering and Shining Pursuit.
"EXCITEMENT PERMEATES THE AIR! WOULD YOU NOT AGREE?!"
Sky's voice echoing out to the convoy from a powerful sub system in the bed of the Monster, Glow'Stomper. She lands, the tires kick up dirt slides of sand before wheels catch and the Spear Head is launched with Conviction.
Adrenaline and Instinct settle in instantly. The Dust, whistles sharply and smoothly through her fingers, sheer panic adorning her eyes. The Imperator shouts and barks at the others to make haste to their rides out. Clutching her side with gritted teeth as she clambers into the Rig, giving Cheedo a most reassuring Furious Glare. A Meek Smile appears back to her as they Jet Off.
The Lancer Car of Three Heads blasts off in a fervor minding a quick step pace as the Rig closed in behind them, carrying Centurion, Imperator and Three Heads in the back seat with Nine More on its Tail. The Transport Mule struggles, tugs and coughs but maintains pace after proper acceleration; the Two Heads inside extremely anxious about the take off. The Rear Guard and armored personnel carrier of Six Heads, give the Mule loving bump drafts to assist her run up.
"There wasn't supposed to be any resistance here!" Cheedo cries softly, before she forces balanced breathing to bite back the hyperventilation. Doing her best to steadily compress the pedal for the increase in the sprint to maintain pace with the others.
"Resistance, no," the Imperator scopes the magazine, checks the chamber, then slides the Glock and bullet becomes hot, "Berserker's Lust, maybe."
Furiosa's gaze shifts over to the passenger rearview. Her brow furrows, something seemed familiar about all this. Almost like, a most furious fixation echoing and reflecting back. Yet, the taste of this memory was fresh and certainly not the trauma from before...
Stomping Bass, Hoots n' Hollers and Silent Controlled Humming, Yodeling, Bass n' Tanners n' Trebles, quickly gains.
"Every Grain Shall Become GLASS, Imperator!"
"Every Crop Shall be RAZED, Valkyrie!"
"You Will Witness Every Man, Woman and Child be Taken or B'Earnt, if they so choose IT!"
A flick of the searing tongue at the end of that particular sentence.
"We Only Here to Remove What is FFFFRRRRAAAGYYYYLE!"
The Sky's Call Singing like that of the Siren into the Mic'o'Duum before slapping it down creating the Twisted Screeching Feedback.
Sky's Hammer slaps his door twice. Legionnaires reply accordingly and split as a single unit into two, a crashing cascade of Shields alongside Spears. Rushing ahead and nipping at the heels of the Convoy. War and Song from the Rear Guard; retaliating first with inflammatory devices, crossbow launchers and the rare occasional bullet. The Shimmer and Shiners only laugh back at them. Fear and concern gracing the hearts of Boy and Girl. They look to each other and back at their Bogies. They seemed to be immune to pain and show no signs of relent.
"Oo'hoo!"
Sky's Ruin thrusts her shield arm out the window to her Squires and Bounty Hunters and Blares Twice.
"AND A A'HA!"
They Cheer Chant Back.
'There will be no Dawn for You...'
The Clash of Thunderous Bombs and the Rear Guard is Lost. In an instant. Just like that. They were gone. The Steed's Burning Corpse quickly swallowed by the Kick in the Dirt.
The Bounty Lottery herds the Mule off and into the Dark of the Storm, where its screeches of metallic agony could be heard echoing the Convoy onward.
The Imperator loses her face to sorrow, a flash of the time of going under the wheels. A sudden wake up call to What this World Was.
'Cold, desolate, dark.'
The Gate is Shining in sight, already rolling and pulling to be opened. The tears cease to come but in a single drop, Furiosa looks back once more. Her face flat as she connects eyes with the Sky for a single, forlorn moment, "Witness this."
The Sandstorm is quick to fall back, the Bounty Lottery losing its composure.
"COWARDS!" The Sky's Duum heralds and Ruin Blares Thrice and Hammer Knocks the Same. Laughing at the display, the Pursuit Hails Rain of Fire back at them. The Lottery bursting into the untamed flames of colorful chemical fires, that could not be suffocated or put out by any normal means.
"BUUM!" The Wall cackles maniacally into speaker, blaring wildly and begins to dance with Glow'Stomper in the Sands.
"A'Ruin!" They blitz forward gaining once more on the Convoy.
'Few will make it out alive. It takes a body fifteen minutes to cook...'
Then the Sky loses sound in a fleeting moment, her eyes shining, Shiny and Chrome.
'This is for me...'
A loud, long Horn Call. The Pursuit settles and maintains pace. Stomper of the Glow blares four times.
Chain bolas, spinning hooks, wild pole-vaulters and even archers steady their bows. Readying, swirling, and insuring footing for the jump.
The Lancer darts to starboard side, watching the catastrophe that was about to unfurl. The three look into each other. A sorrowful and victorious horn...
"WITNESS!" They yell to their kin.
"Witness...!" The Rig calls back.
"NO!" Furiosa cries, even knowing in her own broken heart it was the only way the Rig was about to make it out alive.
They salute the V8 to their Imperator, Centurion and their Kin, then slam their brakes.
The Arm of the Lancer whistles his own boom-sticks back at the Pursuit that was licking at their starboard-side-heel.
The Shimmering don't falter but salute the warriors with fists over their brands on their respective breasts. They turn all focus to the Lancer, Six Shimmers break off to meet the Challenge.
Sky, ever so watchful, Horns five times and the Shining Pursuit, fall back to the Glow Herald. The Ruin embraces her sear and witnesses.
"This is the honor of war." They bow their heads and are dauntless in their endeavor. The Hunt and the Lance recite together, unknowingly. Brakes to the floor, once more...
Catching the Hunt and Pursuit completely off-guard, the crash of metal smashes into the six pursuers and explodes. The Lance Arm launching himself onto a car connecting into a driver, he pushes her out, takes the wheel, and slits the throat of the other passenger, in a few mere passing moments after impact. Disabling five Shimmers and Shiners, with a new Mount on their side. The gurgling Huntress reaches over before a foot connects to jaw and her neck goes to a limp odd angle. The War Boy staring at the corpse with a mix of wonder, fear and attraction.
"A Most Impressive Display!" Screeching Bird Feed echoes to this challenger. Sky lets out a single blare. Pursuit and Hunt fix eyes on him. They brace brands and sears and salute with their fists.
"And a most beautiful death..." The Sky calls out sorrowfully and mournfully into the Rage of the Her Dust Storm. She lets out two long cries from Her War Horn of Thunder. The Hunt replies and Pursues on.
They all pass through the Gates. The doors grinding and then halting to a stop. Clapping closed at this End Tail of Battle.
The Boyz and the Girls look down with vicious intent. Dropping bombs on this Shimmering Hunt. The explosions of flame licked against flesh and steel. Cold embraces Peace and War. They are only met with the eerie victorious silence of their own cause to slaughter.
'Hail. The Nameless Slaughter.'
A Call of Six Beats this time and They knock-loose back. Bolos chaining necks and limbs. Spears piercing and jutting out from the most unfortunate of places. Arrows raining from below to create a harmony of screams and agony from the Opposition.
The Fury and the Rage intensifies. The Rig and Lancer Boy long lost to smoke and flames. Sky's eyes water as they dry from the smoke. Glow'Stomper diving and weaving through the onslaught around Her Falling Table. Doing her best to avoid her dying friends and family. But the Stomper is cumbersome and many, gladly, submit under heel.
An old, rolling mine comes crashing and colliding down from the Exit of Canyon striking the Glow in Her Foreleg, then detonating on connection.
The eruption sent the Banner of Thunder soaring and performing a beautiful barrel roll to land on a Broken back. Crashing into a Heap of Dust and Churned Metal.
.../ Shining Sunshine Smile
The Barrier to Entry bursts free. White Hot Rage burning from the Ruin's eyes as much they were beating red of fury as she disgracefully steps up from Steed. Her Hammer's Hammer clutched tightly and fiercely in her palms. Multiple lacerations and cuts poured free her shiny red blood. Unflinching, she looks back inside the cabin and lets loose a howl of agonizing loss and vengeance.
A War Boy charges with a chain net. A poor decision as he is met with the Hammer Head to jaw, disconnecting him. He chokes and gurgles as he spins around on the ground, running in a circle clutching his broken face and head. A heel steps against cheek and he becomes a smashed fruit.
Berserker's Blood Lust built into Her Bones, Sky swings her Hammer around wildly but with a control so surreal, it was like a dance. Holes in the staff were like flutes singing against the wind. Screeching fury, quickening of the pace, upon when one got to close or made a false move.
"Ho! Ho! Steady...!" A War Boy mocked and jeered. The Sky let out a growl so fierce and menacing the voice who called is located and charged with reckless abandon. He is claimed in a bear hug, the staff locking his arms behind his back from over his shoulders. She squeezes. Agony sings to Dawn as bones split through triceps and the sickening snap sound was heard second.
"Opportunity arises! Lasso the neck! Yank! Pull!" A knotted rope claims the Throat. The Sky drops her broken victim, then grabs the frayed rope and hums a gruff growl and yanks back herself, pulling four Peace Songs off of their feet to eat the dirt. A poor mistake as her free hand is claimed by a chain from a War Boy, whose aim was true.
The Ruin hums a howl, and again yanks, but is met with more resistance this time. As Song and War held their own against Sky and Ruin. The rope is reclaimed as Sky is pulled and choked backwards, the Beast is still on its feet but the front of foot leaves the sand for a split second. The Hammer is dropped and the wrist is shackled by a Speed Boy who ran swiftly by.
Two Songs run forward and set a trip tie around the back of the heels, by charging from the front, they duck beneath, dive over and under one another as they pull with All Their Might at Once. The Wall leans over and loses her balance...
.../ The Scenic Route to the Jail Halls
Chains rattle, ropes are taught, and a long ten foot bar-pipe is leading the Sky from far behind her. Her expression, having softened from earlier, was peering around excitedly. The Sunshine's Smile Glowing for All to Witness. She stood tall, proud and victorious. Idly scratching an itch behind her ear as she walked with purpose in her strides and marched to her destination. Wrists and ankles shackled together, arms and legs then connected to one another by thick interconnecting links into a chain girdle hugging fearsome abdomen.
Peace and War watch with weary eyes, dozens of weapons aimed and ready to hone in at moment's notice. The Sky's Eyes watched back, gleaming down at all of them. Occasionally, stopping on a head and rubbing her jaw or caressing her chin or pressing knuckles against temple as she releases fitful, but contained, giggles.
Then Ruin turns head back slightly, peripherals connecting with the Boy guiding her. A vehement, venomous and a lethal glare and growl combo pierce his spirit as she yanks her neck forward, causing him to stumble his footing.
"Wuh'duh!" Boy and Girl stop hesitantly and raise arms to cause. Leering nervously and gulping amongst themselves. The Sky's Ruin performs a booming boastful laugh and keeps marching at pace. Waving it off as just a simple silly. They let her have some paces onward before matching.
The Centurion and Imperator turn back to make of the situation, then keep walking. Discussing the matter in hushed tones to secure security amongst their ranks.
"What is it...?" Cheedo inquires under her breath.
"A Commander of sorts, if I am to assume," Furiosa replied, eyebrow still pressed into worry at the familiarity of this passing moment.
"Whatever she is; she wants me dead and mine. I'm not about to let that happen. Don't worry, my Centurion. We are completely safe here," Furiosa does her best to reassure her friend and sister by bond. The Dust's brow is still filled with anxious anxiety as she, at least occasionally, loses control on her breath. Taking in deep and shaking inhales but the release was ultimately smoother. Fragile nods and maintains the march.
"Besides, the festival continues tonight and you got that thing to go do..." Furi cocks a cocky eyebrow and smirks. Cheedo's eyes widen in elated excitement of remembrance and sprints off. Giggling giddily in the coming pleasure of her work and ethics.
Furiosa's face turns stern, once more. Exhales vibrated breath and the flash backs of the recent battle take root. She shuts eyelids tight and rubs palm against the corner of her forehead to relieve stress building in tightening muscles.
A girl makes a strange gesture to her in the string of memories...
The Imperator looks up in surprise, then turns back to the Sky's Ruin, and then shakes her head of the thought.
.../ Interrogating a Broken Dawn
'Dawn the Sky's Ruin, the Inciter, a hulking brute of a woman. Bulge and bulk meeting ripe and soft sinew. Her Hair, feathered upwards and backwards into a mohawk. Cyrillic and Asian characters were tattooed into the back base, head top, and temples of the skull. With a tribal scarification band that hugged her right bicep. Primary Ambassador of Her People, a Delegate of Her Senate to her diplomatic sister counterpart. Twins, representing the Death and Lust for War. Adorned in luxurious and practical armors and threads. The plates are painted gold, with strings giving way to the colors of fire. Her right-most breast was seared into the ribcage, completely gone from memory, a Warrior's Burn coinciding with the Mother's Gift, as this Beast reveals to us.
'The Mask o' Sunshine, as she referred to it, was golden as well. Two thin tubes connecting to two lateral ports on the right side, if the bearer's face was in it. It fed the intoxicating vapors into the Maw and purified oxygen straight into the Mask and the Lungs of the Wearer. A broad and sadistic grin imprinted into and onto the plate. Two buttons, next to flow funnels, activated the "Voice of Oxy" and the other to the heat coils of the "Vapors of Stillness."
'Having only recently earned Her Sear and a Seat at the "Low'High Council." This was to be her test to earn her Five Hundred Personal. Loyal, all to the Death for Lust.'
- T
Neck connects to rocky roof with not much give. Forced to the knees with a second chain locked to the front of throat and linked into the dusty floor, not much pull there, either. Arms yanked tight, taught and as a firm as possible, raising them level with the shoulders. Shackles to waist, coupling to ankles and padlocked into the wall behind The Wall.
Sky sounds out disdainful and disgusted breaths as she inhales the dusty air of the wastes into her lungs, having been removed of her War Face and the strange pair of cylindrical tanks that were connected to the Mask from a small shoulder pack, giving room for kickback in a Car's Throne.
The Knowing, along with the Dag, were present with the Imperator. Having discovered one of the tanks was containing pure oxygen and the other housing some kind of sticky substance that smelled of honey and piss.
"Give it back!" Ruin growls to Furi.
"You tell me everything, and maybe, I will let you see it!" The Imperator demands, soft fury glowing from her eyes.
'This one talks too much in the first place.' Furi thoughts, looking to Toast, as the Knowing is still hastily jotting and dotting notes with a quill and parchment.
Furiosa is only met with uproarious laughter, booming and maniacal, "You are tiny, and insignificant. Kunzas! You are in no position to make demands and threats of and to me! Baha! Ahahahaha!" The Sky's Ruin shaking and rattling at her chains from the excitement she was daydreaming about, that was still as of yet to come. The Imperator's grimace comes to surface.
'Does she not know where she is...?'
This was beginning to feel wrong, way too negative. A plunge into a pair of Sky Blue Eyeballs, enters traumatic passing of memories, dreams and nightmares. Furiosa's mouth wavers for one fleeting moment...
Sky smiles, her grin more fearsome, sadistic and psychotic looking than her own War Face, "I am but Hammer, it is mine sister you should fear! She is sleeker, faster and more cunning than I will ever be," Ruin laugh-howls again, shaking her chains and humming through her stoned and war addled mind.
Furiosa's cheek signifies a subtle twitch, was this a genuine foreboding she was experiencing or something else?
"Why are you here?" Imperator inquires calmly, folding arms and scolding down at her prisoner.
Sky's face settles into Pure Rage of the Eyes that forces the Imperator to grimace a subtle cheek twitch, once more. Then expression softens, when the Love-Hammer smiles, "Discussion, temperance and agreement, is what is currently permitted here. Since I was denied your heads to prove mine worthiness of mine new Thron'!" Vicious intent is in her eyes as she connects with Toast's and Dag's.
"But, relax! Rejoice! The fun is only just beginning," the cackles of a Mad Low Queen echo throughout the Holdings inside the Splendid Citadel.
Furiosa stomps forward and takes a knee to Sky's nose. A sickening twist crack and the nostrils become a waterfall.
"Oo! Ow! I care deeply for you, as well," Sky shakes her bonds uncontrollably, the grinding and scraping of chains piercing and screeching throughout the halls.
"I am giving you everything you want to hear. Am I not correct?" Sky settles suddenly, a sly smirk plastered on her high face.
"She's right, I'm running out of paper," Toast the Knowing says before retreating from the cell to fetch more scrawl. She hesitates at the door, looks to find Furiosa, before thinking better of it, and moves on to collect the blank parchments. Taking a note as she walked back through the Halls...
'She is too far gone to give us anything more.'
- T
.../ A Fate Decided
The Green Place is hushed and focused. All eyes fixed, before a Sky on a box, however, much unnecessary, as she towered over everyone present on the Sands. The Edge of the Gate. She is a mix of snarl-smile as wide brows and hungry eyes feast before the stew of pure rage before her. She takes in a deep breath through her nostrils and shudders. Keeping lids closed, humming to herself, rocking back and forth, to and fro', and head becomes bowed in acceptance.
'The Stunning Silence. How quaint...'
They return the glance with disgust and buzzing lips murmur amongst the Crowd.
The Imperator, The Dust, The Black Apron, The Overseer, The Advisor, all stood at attention, before their People. A pack of Songs and Boyz making sure this Wild Beast Queen was secured and unmoving; completely snaked in chains, regardless.
Furi glances back at the charred wreckage in the far out distance and releases all breath from her lungs. She looks to the Valhallans. Frowning, already knowing of the outcome...
"Grant me this," Sky whispers to the five. They look to her in their own ways. Varying in similarity, taking and giving in other places. She opens her sad eyes to them. Genuine, true and seeing the answers on Them and They.
"Thumbs up, for Yay. Thumbs down, for Nay. It is all I ask of you!" Sky calls down to the people. Tears steaming from face, slowly and real. She gasps and hunches over, a hunger pang taking to her stomach. She kneels to her knees. Ending water shed. She looks to each one of the five, right in the eye.
They look back to Them, the answer is almost unanimous. They look to Her, ironically eye level with all present.
"Outcast or Exile." The Imperator states.
Sky's Ruin scoffed and chortled, "Grant me death, Valkyries." She looks to them again, pleading with her very own heart to end her own personal torment.
"No." Answers the Imperator.
The Herald cries out a frustrated and agonizing screech.
"No?!" The Sky cries now. Rocking back and forth, shaking her head violently, "DO NOT ANSWER ME, NO!" She roars at them through the tears.
"I! Have! Had! ENOUGH! You have no idea what it is truly like out there! NOT EVEN COMPARING TO MINE OWN HOME! Grant. Me. Death..." Ruin seethes through the shed at them, rage boiling into the eyes of a Fury, "Please."
Imperator Furiosa recognized this look all too well, for it was her own that she wore many-a-times to get where she was now.
'Your own Redemption...'
"Granted..." The Fury simply acknowledges in two tears of verdict.
"Thank You, Valkyrie. Spaseeba..."
.../ The Chrome Pit
Immediate regret and disgust from the Imperator as she looks down at the sands. Her Furies minding their duties and leaving her to monitor the situation with punitive discretion.
The Crowd is of the opposite persuasion.
As was a Low Queen Titan.
Execution upon the Sands. Sky Ruin cracks her bones, stretches and occasionally jogs in place looking up to the people jeering at her and cheering for Them. The Volunteers. She asked for nine of them. Brave souls who took up a pact with Her, by saluting and embracing each other's forearm in the seal of the deal.
Steadying, humming breaths from the Sky, all the while. Her eyes were ready, peering at her prey. Planning, scheming then shaking thoughts from head entirely. Knowing full well that the heat of chaos was unforgiving and fair.
They had weapons, where some did not. Sky permitted them so. Reluctant, but convinced them that reaction would be most stunning. She chose the gauntlets on her knuckle-fists.
The Six War Boyz and the Three Peace Songs of varying readiness, waited for the drop of the Flag. Sky stands tall and bows her head slowly, lids shut. The rag falls to the sand.
"VAHALLA!" Ruin calls to the crystal blue clear sky on this day.
'So much blue cool wonder...'
They and Her charge. A spear pierces her left ribcage and a smooth-ball flail connects to the right side of her Trophy. She hums and sings acapella to the rhythm of the fight; jarring for only but a moment after connection to skull was made. She snaps the spear shaft. Yanks the the broken tip being held by a Song.
The Sky clutches the Song's neck, raises her and she is snapped. Then tossed into the group, knocking several over and off balance, in the process.
"Witnessed." Ruin looks to the Others and smiles. Sudden fear forgotten in their hearts, replaced with something else...
A Swift Boy blitzes forward with a Titan's foot colliding against his chest, knocked of lungs and then is pressed.
"Witness!" The Sky hums to the Others. The Boy Snaps, then squelches and releases the Soft Gasp.
... with something else.
A Song cries out in agony, quickly replaced with absolute rage. She roars her own cry!
"WITNESS ME!" The Song Sings!
"WITNESS!" The Crowd and Opposition roar back.
'A battle cry for the Ages...'
"YES!" Sky's Ruin, takes a welcoming of war stance, rips the spear head from her ribcage. Then growls the pain away through her patented sadistic smile...
The Song carried a shield and a spear. She aims, steadies and launches with conviction, which is side-stepped.
'A poor decision...'
The Herald laughs. Then stomps up to meet challenge of single combat head on. The Shield collides with her Jaw. She's laughing, all the while, as the spear head finds the river in this Song's neck. She is then kicked aside. The Death was instantaneous.
"Witnessed..." Duum heralds in bowed and closed honor. Her arms rising around her like the sun and then salutes the V8 to the fallen warrior in utmost respect and mourning.
"Witnessed..." They all whisper back.
The Pit continues, the Last Song steadies forth and launches herself with two blades that could be combined into scissors. The War Boyz hesitate for a moment and follow suit, which is swiftly shut down from a vicious glare from the Song and she continues to sprint onward. The Beast cannot react quick enough, she wasn't built to do so. The scissors pierce the lower abdomen. Before they could close, however, Sky tears through the pain, drops spear head and pushes her Song of Death away as she collapses to her knees. Peace loses grip and falls back to the sand. Ruin slowly pulls the blades from her flesh and shoves the points into the sands. A lustful, seething, smile in her face and eyes, as she sees the crystals sparkle in the grains...
Wheezing and wavering, Ruin struggles to stand but the Sky still rises, humming a sweet lullaby to herself as she slowly trudges and stumbles forward, "Witness me..."
"Witness her..." They whisper back.
The Girl's eyes were crying. Unsure if this was real pity for a Monster or the Innocent Blue Eyes she was peering into the soul of now. She stands and pulls a Dirk from her waistband. The Beast steps forward still.
"Stop, please..." The Song cries out an exasperated gasp of air, struggling to find a tragic breath. Yet, she waits for the kill still, blade in palm.
Sky tears back, laughs innocently to her and takes to her knees before her Song. The blood fuel could no longer keep her standing. The blades fall softly and silently to the sands. Her cold arms shuddering, quietly and without sound. A beautiful smile on Sky's face as she peered up at her, then bows her head, rubbing this Girl Song's stomach with her skull, and humming her a sweet lullaby, now.
Sky looks dumbly and passionately to her Peace, finding her true self to the High of Death. She laughs again, with the salt water pouring from her eyes from a true, genuine sense of relief. The sands drinking its fill of blood, sweat and tears.
... with something else.
The Blade finds the River in her Neck.
The Song gently puts her body to the Sands, laying her head down so she could rest easy. Dawn releases a most heavy sigh and then expires.
.../ The Reluctant War Bond
The Imperator sat alone at her desk. Staring blankly down at a blank page. No thoughts coming to her, she blinks, and again. Slowly recollecting and digesting what had just transpired...
A Speed Boy blitzes in, "T-t-tank, at the..." He pants, lungs escaping breath consistently and constantly, "Front Gate..." The Messenger collapses from heat and exhaustion.
Furi rushes over to check his vitals, breathing and alive. She scowls and stomps out as she yells for an Organic and makes her way to the Gate.
'Now what is to come THIS?!'
.../