Literature
Hope
The biting wind was relentless, bitter and cold as it assailed the lone being. Every wound, every seam, stung as the scattered debris and air itself made contact, as if she was being torn further apart with each passing moment that she was exposed to the elements.
But, that was not the most unsettling thing about the wind by far. The being's ears were folded downward, trying to avoid what was carried on it as best she could.
Yes, the pebbles and dust were unpleasant, and the occasional fragments of bone and shards of metal could be sharp and surprisingly hard to deal with… but, those could be avoided somewhat if she was cautious and st
