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08-21-2015, 04:42 AM
You had left the Basin as soon as the prickly mare had been situated, after the man that had left the both of you before the snow got too thick. You had hoped he would have stayed, so that you could show him all of the things that you had talked about on the way to your mountain, but somehow you knew he wouldn’t. He didn’t seem like the type to settle so needlessly. You had shrugged it off, only to turn back and try your hardest to track him down once more. It hadn’t been very hard, as he hadn’t gotten far, but even now, as you call out to him, he slips into the shadow of the trees, and you find yourself diving blindly into the midst of the darkness after him, your heart awash in mild panic. Would it always be this way? Would you always follow him, waiting to save him from himself? You cannot help but smile despite yourself, even as your steps falter over the roots and branches, your legs scraped and bloody from your reckless plunge through the strange forest. In an instant, however, your fear for him seizes your heart at a sound loud as thunder, somehow the still air grows stiller, and for the briefest of moments you pause in your flight, your slender sides heaving with both panic and the effort of chasing a man who does not want to be caught. It is then that the shockwave hits you, hard enough to make you stumble forwards in a flurry to catch yourself from falling entirely. "Rohan," the thickness of the red forest seems to swallow the single word, and before you are even fully standing on your own you push off the earth, back into your blind and frightened pursuit. The thinning of the trees only heightens your dread, the scene unfolding in front of you too much to process. You do not know the god that is screaming orders, trying to find control among the chaos, nor any of the others that throw themselves at the fearsome beast ahead, or the why behind it all: it is as soon as your eyes find your sandstone man in the fray that you bolt ahead, tucking your chin to your chest as you near the beast in nothing more than instinct. |
TEAM TIME GOD, yeaaaah~
basically she throws herself blindly at the left hind leg of the bear, hoping to i guess maim it with her antlers XD
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