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04-24-2017, 07:18 PM
DRU
We shiver as we step into the cold, cold night then we’re running, we are running now!
We shiver as we step into the cold, cold night then we’re running, we are running now!
Like a newborn babe she laid upon the cold, unfamiliar ground. As shady pixels began to take shape a frown contorted the features of her face. Looming above her was an ancient tree of massive proportions. A shiver ran along her spine at the sight of the foreign foliage. Things didn't grow that large where she was from. They were average and, well, unremarkable! An eerie feeling washed over her entire being, drowning her essence.
It felt as if the shadows were coiling around her throat; a cobra trying to squeeze the air from her lungs. Nothing about this made sense. Images of the ground caving - no.. shattering - beneath her hooves fluttered through her mind while the scratches from her "fall" burned to prove it had been real. Everything always had a logical reason behind it, but what could possibly explain this? The her brain tried to wrap around the idea the faster her heart began to beat.
"Wake up. This cannot be real." Dru urged herself, a sense of desperation beginning to sink in. The smallest of noises only caused her panic to thicken. Anxiety had a knack for heightening one's senses. Noises began to assault her senses; the wind was suddenly very loud along and the crickets' usually soothing songs felt like solemn warnings. The mare was struggling to rise, to calm herself down long enough to conquer her trembling nerves, when she was proven right to worry.
In this new land (because surely this could not be her home) a dark creature darted out from the underground. Behind her the sound of footsteps - hooves? - pounded against the ground. Dru tried to turn, to face to source of the noise, but in her dazed state she was far too slow and left her wing perfectly exposed.
Vicious teeth bit into the tendon of her wing. A pained grunt escaped the back of her throat whilst the rest of her scream was caught on a lump. At that moment, everything was in overdrive. Fight or flight instinct immediately took ahold of the mare. When she spread her wings, though, she realized flying was impossible; the forest was far too narrow.
With the little moonlight that streamed through the leaves, Dru searched for the predator's form. She stomped her hoof defiantly, trying to shake away her fear and remember her commander's words. Ah, who was she kidding? She didn't even know what she was facing. There was no way her fear nor confusion were going to dissipate.
However, when you back a confused and frightened animal into a corner.. Well, you better be careful.
"speech"
ooc;// right now this is closed for @Zünden as we have a plot in the works!
dru takes the bite full on to her right wing's tendon. she's alert but doesn't really do anything besides attempting to search for Zunden in the darkness.
It felt as if the shadows were coiling around her throat; a cobra trying to squeeze the air from her lungs. Nothing about this made sense. Images of the ground caving - no.. shattering - beneath her hooves fluttered through her mind while the scratches from her "fall" burned to prove it had been real. Everything always had a logical reason behind it, but what could possibly explain this? The her brain tried to wrap around the idea the faster her heart began to beat.
"Wake up. This cannot be real." Dru urged herself, a sense of desperation beginning to sink in. The smallest of noises only caused her panic to thicken. Anxiety had a knack for heightening one's senses. Noises began to assault her senses; the wind was suddenly very loud along and the crickets' usually soothing songs felt like solemn warnings. The mare was struggling to rise, to calm herself down long enough to conquer her trembling nerves, when she was proven right to worry.
In this new land (because surely this could not be her home) a dark creature darted out from the underground. Behind her the sound of footsteps - hooves? - pounded against the ground. Dru tried to turn, to face to source of the noise, but in her dazed state she was far too slow and left her wing perfectly exposed.
Vicious teeth bit into the tendon of her wing. A pained grunt escaped the back of her throat whilst the rest of her scream was caught on a lump. At that moment, everything was in overdrive. Fight or flight instinct immediately took ahold of the mare. When she spread her wings, though, she realized flying was impossible; the forest was far too narrow.
With the little moonlight that streamed through the leaves, Dru searched for the predator's form. She stomped her hoof defiantly, trying to shake away her fear and remember her commander's words. Ah, who was she kidding? She didn't even know what she was facing. There was no way her fear nor confusion were going to dissipate.
However, when you back a confused and frightened animal into a corner.. Well, you better be careful.
"speech"
ooc;// right now this is closed for @Zünden as we have a plot in the works!
dru takes the bite full on to her right wing's tendon. she's alert but doesn't really do anything besides attempting to search for Zunden in the darkness.
