Nox Naleven
Jun 28th, 2005, 08:28:03 PM
When the wind howled, icy fingers swept through Nox's soaking hair and he gasped. The sharp tingling sensation on his scalp trickled down through his body much like the droplets of rain running through his drenched clothes. He shuddered and opened his eyes. A tear slid down his cheek and mingled with water freckles. He sniffed so hard there was a thick snort and it hurt his head. His hands wrapped around a wet railing and he lurched forward, spitting into the air. A strong gust of wind whipped the glob of spittle to one side and it veered off course; Nox watched it fall further and further until it dissapeared into the black bowels of Nar Shaddaa.
No longer could he stare into the dark depths, his eyes were red and sore, so instead he looked down at his hands. They were a pale shade of blue, except the knuckles were a strange mixture of pink and white and small specks of red sneaked through from under his thumbs and forefingers. He released his grip on the railing and turned his hands upwards. His palms were an odd shade of deep pink, it looked a little like paint and ran when the rain landed on it. In every line and contour of his palms and fingers was a strong accent of red, it was dry and crusted. It made him swallow and close his eyes tight again.
Earlier, Nox had left his home, and started to walk. In his neighbourhood, the streets were empty and black, and the wind whistled quietly through the alleys. There were no signs and noone to ask for directions, but Nox kept on walking. Up and up and up he went, climbing the skeleton of the smuggler's moon, moving from one street to the next. On his way, he saw many different elements of nightlife; a drunk, a begger, a hooker, a murder; all spattered on the neon light canvas of Nar Shaddaa. Over the pounding of the rain were sounds of blaster fire, music, shouting, laughing, crying and moaning. Once, an old woman, getting warm by a fire in a rubbish bin, offered Nox her coat to keep himself dry. He simply shook his head and moved on.
That had been an hour ago. Now, Nox took one last look over the precipice at the peak of the the city and pulled himself up. The wet metal of the railing squeaked beneath his feet as he stood upright. He closed his eyes and with a deep breath waited for the next howl of wind to shift him off balance so he could be lost into the dark void below and be rid of the feelings tearing up his soul.
No longer could he stare into the dark depths, his eyes were red and sore, so instead he looked down at his hands. They were a pale shade of blue, except the knuckles were a strange mixture of pink and white and small specks of red sneaked through from under his thumbs and forefingers. He released his grip on the railing and turned his hands upwards. His palms were an odd shade of deep pink, it looked a little like paint and ran when the rain landed on it. In every line and contour of his palms and fingers was a strong accent of red, it was dry and crusted. It made him swallow and close his eyes tight again.
Earlier, Nox had left his home, and started to walk. In his neighbourhood, the streets were empty and black, and the wind whistled quietly through the alleys. There were no signs and noone to ask for directions, but Nox kept on walking. Up and up and up he went, climbing the skeleton of the smuggler's moon, moving from one street to the next. On his way, he saw many different elements of nightlife; a drunk, a begger, a hooker, a murder; all spattered on the neon light canvas of Nar Shaddaa. Over the pounding of the rain were sounds of blaster fire, music, shouting, laughing, crying and moaning. Once, an old woman, getting warm by a fire in a rubbish bin, offered Nox her coat to keep himself dry. He simply shook his head and moved on.
That had been an hour ago. Now, Nox took one last look over the precipice at the peak of the the city and pulled himself up. The wet metal of the railing squeaked beneath his feet as he stood upright. He closed his eyes and with a deep breath waited for the next howl of wind to shift him off balance so he could be lost into the dark void below and be rid of the feelings tearing up his soul.