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vatheon2012-03-30 12:27 am
feralfanatic) wrote in vatheon2012-03-30 12:27 am
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Terror under the sea
Who: The Disciple and whoever
Where: The Plaza, The forest, and the path in between.
When: Early morning 3/29
Style: whatever suits your fancy.
Status: Open
Water. She was Wet.
She came to lying down, somehow drenched in saltwater. Blood mingled with seawater, on her hands and face. The Disciple was unable to remember how she got here. She seemed to be in some sort of city. A heavy fear caught in her chest. She shook herself awake to figure out where exactly she was.
"Where...am..." Her voice cracked from disuse.
Her conscious brain began shutting down as her senses were pounded with information. The sights and sounds of this new place, hammered into her mind. Unfamiliar beings were all around her, some even looking at her, in the open. Her mind scrambled for purchase. Worst of all was the scent. With so many...things together in this dome, compounded with the ever-present smell of seawater. Flooded with input, her animal brain took over.
FLEE!
DANGER!
Finally, she caught wind of a familiar scent. Trees; there were trees here. She flung herself after the scent, knocking aside anything in her path. Desperate for survival she attempted back alleys and other paths that didn't reek of these many strange beings.
She fled to the southeast.
Where: The Plaza, The forest, and the path in between.
When: Early morning 3/29
Style: whatever suits your fancy.
Status: Open
Water. She was Wet.
She came to lying down, somehow drenched in saltwater. Blood mingled with seawater, on her hands and face. The Disciple was unable to remember how she got here. She seemed to be in some sort of city. A heavy fear caught in her chest. She shook herself awake to figure out where exactly she was.
"Where...am..." Her voice cracked from disuse.
Her conscious brain began shutting down as her senses were pounded with information. The sights and sounds of this new place, hammered into her mind. Unfamiliar beings were all around her, some even looking at her, in the open. Her mind scrambled for purchase. Worst of all was the scent. With so many...things together in this dome, compounded with the ever-present smell of seawater. Flooded with input, her animal brain took over.
FLEE!
DANGER!
Finally, she caught wind of a familiar scent. Trees; there were trees here. She flung herself after the scent, knocking aside anything in her path. Desperate for survival she attempted back alleys and other paths that didn't reek of these many strange beings.
She fled to the southeast.
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"...from my time?"
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She jumps to her feet, eyes wide open. People from different places...and times. Someone she knew. An impossible thought had crossed her mind, and jumped to her lips before she thought to stop herself.
"Si-Si-Signless?"
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The Disciples mind was suddenly a torrent of many different thoughts all at once, too many it would seem. Many things happened at once as she jumped to action, not quite fully conscious of her actions, everything was becoming a blur.
She bounded over to the Summoner. Lithely, she slipped her arms around his sitting form, giving him a hug. She also planted a kiss on his forehead; A thank you. The greenblood then turned and started running into the forest, words flying out of her mouth in a jumble as she ran.
"Thankyousomuch! Igottago!"
Everything became even more of a jumble as she ran, instinct taking over as she bounded through the trees. She would find their scent, oh yes.
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Careful, Whiskers, you can trip over your own excitement just as much as a few tree branches.