Stormy Isolation
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				Title: <strong>Stormy Isolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>04-10-2006, 15:46:10</strong>
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				I just had to drive didn’t I. Couldn’t take a plane like a normal person. No, I had to be all stubborn… Monique bit her full bottom lip in concentration as she stared at the road in front of her. The weather reports had warned of snow in the mountains, especially above 10,000 feet, but she had felt she could risk it. They never said anything about a blizzard. <br><br>She had figured she would miss it anyway. She only had about ten miles of the pass to drive at this elevation before she would have headed back lower again and into safer weather. What were the odds the snow would hit in those brief few minutes she was on the ten mile stretch of the pass? Her track record should have told her not the play the odds. <br><br>The swirling white of the storm made it almost impossible to see the edge of the road and the drop off beyond it. Slowing the car to about 15 miles and hour she glanced at the gas gauge with her golden brown eyes. She had about ½ of a tank. That should be more than enough to get her down to where there would be some civilization. She had occasionally passed a house or a cabin. It marveled her how anyone could live up here knowing they could, would, get snowed in for weeks at a time. From what she knew it normally didn’t happen this early in the season.<br><br>Her wandering thoughts had distracted her for a moment and in a clear patch of air she saw she was very close to the edge of the road. Monique’s heart jumped in her chest and she resisted the urge to jerk the wheel of the Saturn, but instead gently worked her way back to the middle of the road. Once there she let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, and relaxed her hands, letting the knuckles return from white to their normal colors. <br><br>Concentrate… Monique took a deep shaky breath and continued on. After what seemed like a day she finally saw the sign that indicated her descent would begin. She breathed a deep sigh of relief and reached up to brush her long raven hair from her face. Next time she would fly, not drive. Fear or no fear. <br><br>As she started down she realized her relief would be short lived. The roads were icy and the storm seemed even thicker. Her red car cut through the swirling mass only to be consumed immediately from behind. The twists and turns were treacherous, and she could smell her brakes burning. <br><br>Monique scrambled to remember the brief instructions she’d read on the internet about driving through the mountains. She hadn’t really taken them seriously, and coming from the sunny state of New Mexico she hadn’t realized what the snow could be like. Was she supposed to brake long or slow? Or pump them softly. She couldn’t remember.<br><br>The smell of brakes was getting worse, just as a sharp turn appeared through the swirling snow in front of her. She slammed on the brakes, and to her dismay, they felt sluggish and mushy. They slowed the car, but not by as much as they should have. Cranking the wheel sharply she fishtailed around the turn only to be met by another. Again she turned the wheel sharply, pushing the even more mushy brakes to the floor. She was picking up speed. <br><br>Monique started to panic. The road was meeting faster as the Saturn gained momentum and the brakes lost friction. Another turn and the brakes went to the floor. With a shaking hand she reached for the parking break, pulling up too sharply in her panic, sending the red vehicle into a viscous spin. <br><br>The world spun about her and she felt her stomach lurch. Time seemed to stand still as things went chaotic and she lost a sense of what direction was up. The tree in front of her rushed at her, smacking into the car. The windshield met her forehead, and everything was black. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stormy Isolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixBlaze</strong> on <strong>04-10-2006, 16:30:35</strong>
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				David had taken to his natural form this day, and had been enjoying a nice cup of coffee when he heard the commotion outside, a soft sigh escaping his lips because it had to be another brave motorist. Yawning stretched himself out, his beautiful gold wings wrapping around his body to keep him warm. Running fingers through his short copper colored curls, his violet eyes staring out into the snow, and soon he had changed back to his humanish form. Dressing himself quickly because this one looked bad, and he had seen many since he had started to live here to avoid the prying eyes of humans.<br><br>Now wearing a long white fur coat, over a long sleeve thermal shirt, with snow pants and boots on he opened the door and started trudging out through the snow towards the car. Now he looked human, with beautiful dull blue eyes and short curly hair the color of golden wheat. He was tall and was able to see the car already, and his power both supernaturally and just physically allowed him to push through the snow. Brushing hair from his face he shivered slightly from the sudden tempature drop and finally reached the car and reached out for the door handle.<br><br>It came open easy enough and sniffed the air catching the lovely woman's scent, then slowly he backed out and moved to the other side, opening the door and looking her over but luckily she only had a few minor cuts and bruises. Scooping her smaller frame carefully up in his arms, he kicked the door closed and headed back towards the cabin. Upon entering her looked around and took off her cut, then went and cleaned her wounds with his first aid supplies, not bothering to heal her with his powers which would seem suspisicious. After he had cleaned and bandaged the wounds, he took her back into the guest bedroom and layed her down to rest, then started singing a muscial and almost heavenly voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stormy Isolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>06-10-2006, 22:44:27</strong>
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				Monique’s eyelids felt heavy…heavier than she could ever remember, and she fought to pry them apart. Very quickly though she became unconcerned about opening her eyes, she wished instead she could empty the concrete that had been dumped in her skull. It was drying and expanding and threatening to split her head apart. At least that’s what it felt like. Cautiously she turned her head, and fireworks went off behind her eyelids, a moan escaping her now parted lips as the pain worsened. <br><br>Where was she and what had happened? She felt warm, warmer than it had been in the car. And there was a soft sweet beautiful sound. She could listen to it for days. As the consciousness continued to creep over her she realized it was singing. She carefully worked on getting her eyelids to part, the world in front of her blurry. But she wanted to see whoever was singing. Maybe she was dead, and it was an angel in heaven.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stormy Isolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixBlaze</strong> on <strong>08-10-2006, 07:14:50</strong>
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				He continued to sing as she stirred back into conciousness, hoping it soothed her pains and filled her with warmth and hope. After moments though he stopped and bent down placing a warm rag on her head, his eyes thoughtful as he gazed down at her, she was a very angelic looking and pretty human. Crossing arms over his chest he leaned back in his chair and stared at her, what was he to do when and if she woke up, it had been quite some time since he had dealt with the outside world.<br><br>Pondering this he curled a lock of hair around his finger nervously, occasionally flicking eyes in her direction to see if she was awake. He also was puzzled by her accident, wondering why someone would attempt the roads out here, but possibly she wasn't familiar with area. Growing impatient because he wanted to speak to the woman, and had so many questions about her and the outside world, news he liked and tryed to keep up on the times when he could. Perhaps she had some stuff he hadn't heard before. Reaching a hand out he began to stroke her hair softly until the awoke.
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