A blazing layer of stratus clouds from an impending sunrise -- something that looked its best for barely five minutes on Oct. 31, 2012. The foreground streetlight isn't THAT powerful, but I also made it a true morning light in silhouette.
The Assemblage, Pt. 16 of 16. The ri also heard thumping sounds, distress signals further on, which caused it to release Vaughn and return to a previous location with its necessities, to finish a hunt. It timely knew that it's prey had to make an instinctive life-saving move to the surface but simultaneously sensed an anomaly of unknown magnitude developing fast in the same area. Samantha did not know in the least what it was but was keenly aware that her air pocket and precious oxygen would be gone within the next minute. She wiped the mist from the window and pounded on the hull beside it with her fist a few more times before desperation made her act.
The compartment she was in was now over three quarters full of water, and her more rapid breathing had adulterated the quality of the remaining air to a dangerous level. She bumped her head when she shivered and quickly looked up through the window at the brighter spar
The Assemblage, Pt. 15 of 16. Vaughn and Iris had not breathed for almost forty-five seconds, and he did not hold her to hinder their ascent from the sinking vehicle. Because she lacked buoyancy previously, it was a desperate struggle for her upward. However, he did not want to lose her into the blurry indistinction or current and kept close below her as they moved up, where it became incredibly brighter. She was not a very good swimmer and had expelled the last of her air as a futile scream; he subsequently saw her quickly put her hand to her chest and become much more sluggish. She soon stopped rising while uttering gasps for air, and he pushed her toward their needed goal without any hesitation.
Iris coughed out water when they broke the surface, and she quickly regained her strength like magic, as oxygen surged through her veins with each fast deep breath that cleared her lungs. The first thing she did then was str
The Assemblage, Pt. 14 of 16. When Vaughn Slatten's vital signs returned to normal, he crawled over the back seat of his station wagon and got out of the vehicle to dress properly and escape the heat of passion inside. The fogged windows cleared rapidly when the damp cold night air entered the open door, and it soon chilled the hot lustful emotions from his girlfriend's lovely body. They were parked in an approach along an unpaved road that was sheltered on both sides by evergreen trees, and he knew one more reason why she was greatly in love with him. He was skilled, creative, and loyal only to her. She, on the other hand, was understanding, submissive, and open-minded to his talents in a variety of ways -- flexible.
Ironically, it was the very different attributes of their vocations that brought them together and their unusual intimate behavior modes that greatly enhanced the relationship, especially during such exhilarati
The Assemblage, Pt. 13 of 16. Maxine and the others heard a desperate sounding shrill scream, but it was distant and faint, having been emitted through the trees. Russel understood the strategy that the women were deploying on him and yelled, "What's the matter? Did one of you bitches get something big stuck between your legs? Nice try."
Maxine promptly made her way amongst the dense flora back to Doreen like a scampering rodent, keeping low, but the keen and angry detective listened to her retreat first before following as best as possible along a little different route. She knew something was very wrong but had to zigzag her way around obstacles, including a primitive amphibian (tiktaalik) dining on a large green and grey bug, to avoid him and to reach the original location. By then, her flashy clothes resembled a snug clingy wetsuit that caused much discomfort in the very warm humid conditions.
The Assemblage, Pt. 12 of 16. Each of the women went in a different direction and were out of sight from each other within a minute. By what Jean heard in that short time, Russel seemed to be being led more in Maxine's direction. She could not be absolutely sure, as other things native to the strange environment were also moving foliage some. In dimly illuminated areas under large dense ferns and the like, she frequently heard such ruffling and scurrying sounds from them, but the culprits could not be seen. For all she knew, they could have been elves. A chance encounter with a few giant brown mushrooms growing beside a long-fallen tree further gave the impression of being in a sort of fantasy kingdom.
Jean kept low and ran in as straight a path as possible, while catching more wet leaves of the exotic plants, and slipped more than once on the primitive mushy bryophytes growing on the spongy ground. Her ch
The Assemblage, Pt. 11 of 16. While the puzzled detective and his two companions slowly walked back to their vehicles, the three prostitutes far beyond likewise stopped running. As they did, all of them could not tell whether or not the thick fog was rushing by them or they by it faster. It was so dense for a short time that everything around was shrouded in its whitish-gray cover, and the air became rapidly much warmer, stifling. When the greenish-yellow glow appeared and brightened in it, they thought and soon discovered something was very wrong.
Silhouettes of large trees and ferns appeared, and their feet were not on pavement anymore but rather, on much softer ground. They heard water dripping, and their tired legs were wet from having ran through puddles and foliage more frequently. None of them took any time during the chase to carefully examine the drastically different surroundings. So, they were stunned