Post by Shadow on Jan 3, 2013 12:07:51 GMT -5
Crunch, crunch, crunch...
The sound of Seraph's footsteps continued at a rhythmic rate, a continuous beat against the rugged Texan soil. The mutant's walking boots were nearly wore to the soles, and she realized it was probably time to get new ones. Yeah, like you can afford new shoes. The mutant thought dryly. Seraph brushed back a lock of cropped black hair, her turquoise-blue eyes scanning the horizon. She wondered how many more mutants could be out there, in pain or need. A slow sigh escaped the woman's lips. Her job really was never done. And it wouldn't be until the world at large decided mutants were people, too. Things like that, though, took time. Which was something not many mutants really had, when one thought about it.
Seraph pulled a piece of beef jerky from the pouch at her hip. She nibbled on it thoughtfully as she continued her trek away from Arizona. She had visited the sights where mutants had been spotted--indeed, she thought the rumors really must be true, since she herself had spotted two mutants in the river that ran through the Grand Canyons. But Seraph was less concerned with finding other mutants holed up in some cliff than she was in finding mutants who really needed her help. She supposed she was weird that way. Allied both to mutants and to humans, because she honestly considered herself to be both. But the people she didn't like were the people who abused and tortured her fellow mutants. She would not stand for that.
Seraph looked up and saw the faint outline of a town in the distance. She was running low on supplies, so it would be a good idea to stock up. Seraph glanced into her pouch and found her wallet. There wasn't much left in it, just a couple twenties and some change. Looks like I'll have to do some raiding. She thought grimly. Seraph hated stealing, but there was little else she could do to get by. She would try to find some menial work first. But she thought that would yield very poor results, if any. Stretching her arms over her head, Seraph smiled faintly at the soft pop! of her shoulders as her back aligned itself. She had been walking for far too long. it would be nice to sit down for awhile. Not that she'd be able to sit down long at all, since she'd have to find some work or sleep on the streets. Seraph yawned and swung her arms down to her sides. Soon she would arrive in the township, and then she would have the chance to get some fast food, at least. Ho hum. she thought melancholily. Well, things could be worse, she imagined. At least she had thrown off the few trackers on her trail, at least those she was aware of. She could relax once she got to the town. Or at least... she hoped so.
The sound of Seraph's footsteps continued at a rhythmic rate, a continuous beat against the rugged Texan soil. The mutant's walking boots were nearly wore to the soles, and she realized it was probably time to get new ones. Yeah, like you can afford new shoes. The mutant thought dryly. Seraph brushed back a lock of cropped black hair, her turquoise-blue eyes scanning the horizon. She wondered how many more mutants could be out there, in pain or need. A slow sigh escaped the woman's lips. Her job really was never done. And it wouldn't be until the world at large decided mutants were people, too. Things like that, though, took time. Which was something not many mutants really had, when one thought about it.
Seraph pulled a piece of beef jerky from the pouch at her hip. She nibbled on it thoughtfully as she continued her trek away from Arizona. She had visited the sights where mutants had been spotted--indeed, she thought the rumors really must be true, since she herself had spotted two mutants in the river that ran through the Grand Canyons. But Seraph was less concerned with finding other mutants holed up in some cliff than she was in finding mutants who really needed her help. She supposed she was weird that way. Allied both to mutants and to humans, because she honestly considered herself to be both. But the people she didn't like were the people who abused and tortured her fellow mutants. She would not stand for that.
Seraph looked up and saw the faint outline of a town in the distance. She was running low on supplies, so it would be a good idea to stock up. Seraph glanced into her pouch and found her wallet. There wasn't much left in it, just a couple twenties and some change. Looks like I'll have to do some raiding. She thought grimly. Seraph hated stealing, but there was little else she could do to get by. She would try to find some menial work first. But she thought that would yield very poor results, if any. Stretching her arms over her head, Seraph smiled faintly at the soft pop! of her shoulders as her back aligned itself. She had been walking for far too long. it would be nice to sit down for awhile. Not that she'd be able to sit down long at all, since she'd have to find some work or sleep on the streets. Seraph yawned and swung her arms down to her sides. Soon she would arrive in the township, and then she would have the chance to get some fast food, at least. Ho hum. she thought melancholily. Well, things could be worse, she imagined. At least she had thrown off the few trackers on her trail, at least those she was aware of. She could relax once she got to the town. Or at least... she hoped so.