10-06-2017, 05:58 PM
It was night, though time doesn’t matter much when the days all blend together. Crim lay on a patch of moss, draped in her cloak and silently staring at the ceiling. She needed little sleep to get by, so she habitually found herself alone with her thoughts for hours on end. Ever since the eggs showed their first movements a few weeks ago, they were often all she could think about. She and Vespa were so drastically different in appearance, it was a blind gamble as to what their progeny would look like. Would they have wings? Would they be black and yellow like a wasp, or dark red, like the armor she inherited from her sire? She was unsure if the scorpion genes were more regressive, since she looked mostly mantis-like. Regardless, they would be a mix of three inherently strong bugs, if they survived to adulthood. Crim rolled over and glanced at Vespa, unsure if he was awake or not. She imagined that the pregnancy had been particularly hard on him as of late, having that the eggs had suddenly surged in growth. It couldn’t be comfortable. With a quiet sigh, she sat up and looked towards the mouth of the cave.
The storm was loud that night, with the howling wind beating relentlessly at the cave walls. Not only that, but the entrance was practically barricaded by a wall of snow and ash. Crim counted her blessings for this, as the telltale murmur of Hoppers and Aspids could be heard beyond it. She shivered in disgust, instinctively reaching for her nail which she had tucked beneath the moss. She held the well worn blade in her lap and took up watch. Though it was doubtful the Infected could dig through the snow, she wouldn't let anything take her by surprise. Especially when it wasn't just her she had to look out for.
The storm was loud that night, with the howling wind beating relentlessly at the cave walls. Not only that, but the entrance was practically barricaded by a wall of snow and ash. Crim counted her blessings for this, as the telltale murmur of Hoppers and Aspids could be heard beyond it. She shivered in disgust, instinctively reaching for her nail which she had tucked beneath the moss. She held the well worn blade in her lap and took up watch. Though it was doubtful the Infected could dig through the snow, she wouldn't let anything take her by surprise. Especially when it wasn't just her she had to look out for.