chronicle_tenko
LR's Lovable Idiot
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It was Dark. Of course when you're clawing your way out of the ground it always is. When you're Ororo Munroe, "Storm" and you have claustrophobia then this clawing is all that you can think of. This is worse when all your life you have been a goddess, commander of the very elements and now like before you are hardly a scared child, simply a barely breathing person fighting tonnes of rock.
It wasn't always like this. The X-men had been called to the Savage Land by Ka-Zar. Some resurgence from one of the threats thought long buried. Brainchild or Sauron who it was didn't matter, what mattered was that they needed to be stopped. But like it always was It was a trap. Sauron was hardly a puppet for some unknown threat veiled in shadow. They had a plan to drain the mutation and powers from all of the X-men and create an unstoppable army from them, and Naked in their inhibitor collars looking at a brain dead Karl Lykos the X-men looked helpless. But far from. Ororo picked her way out and with little hesitation broguht the plan crashing down around the mysterious villan's ears this also brought the house down as it were Tonnes of rock that destroyed almost everything in the room. Not knowing if anyone else was alive was hardly a concern to Storm as she was slowly buried. Finding the sky again and breathing the night air was the only thing on her mind. So she tunneled and clawed screaming her rage against the earth that seemed to only press farther around her. Finally a hand burst through the rock along with a ray of light and fevered out of her mind with fear Ororo Munroe grasped it to be pulled into the cool air of a setting sun.
Blinking she looked at the man who was her 'savior' he was long haired, and the deep brown contrasted with the white of his skin, odd considering the sun everywhere. He was at least as tall as her, though he seemed thin. Perhaps it was that he wasn't as muscled as all the men she normally saw. Piotr and Bishop were so far removed from small that athletes appeared tiny. He did not look emaciated though. He was in need of a shave but not a bath he didn't seem to be sweating much at all despite the incredible heat; and he wore what could generously be called hide shorts. Taking fevered stock she glimpsed a long knife attached to his back near a hung sack from his shoulders. His voice was crisp and almost lyrical, a tenor if soft, but deep enough to carry a sound like grating stone.
"Hello Goddess"
It wasn't always like this. The X-men had been called to the Savage Land by Ka-Zar. Some resurgence from one of the threats thought long buried. Brainchild or Sauron who it was didn't matter, what mattered was that they needed to be stopped. But like it always was It was a trap. Sauron was hardly a puppet for some unknown threat veiled in shadow. They had a plan to drain the mutation and powers from all of the X-men and create an unstoppable army from them, and Naked in their inhibitor collars looking at a brain dead Karl Lykos the X-men looked helpless. But far from. Ororo picked her way out and with little hesitation broguht the plan crashing down around the mysterious villan's ears this also brought the house down as it were Tonnes of rock that destroyed almost everything in the room. Not knowing if anyone else was alive was hardly a concern to Storm as she was slowly buried. Finding the sky again and breathing the night air was the only thing on her mind. So she tunneled and clawed screaming her rage against the earth that seemed to only press farther around her. Finally a hand burst through the rock along with a ray of light and fevered out of her mind with fear Ororo Munroe grasped it to be pulled into the cool air of a setting sun.
Blinking she looked at the man who was her 'savior' he was long haired, and the deep brown contrasted with the white of his skin, odd considering the sun everywhere. He was at least as tall as her, though he seemed thin. Perhaps it was that he wasn't as muscled as all the men she normally saw. Piotr and Bishop were so far removed from small that athletes appeared tiny. He did not look emaciated though. He was in need of a shave but not a bath he didn't seem to be sweating much at all despite the incredible heat; and he wore what could generously be called hide shorts. Taking fevered stock she glimpsed a long knife attached to his back near a hung sack from his shoulders. His voice was crisp and almost lyrical, a tenor if soft, but deep enough to carry a sound like grating stone.
"Hello Goddess"
