I've Been Everywhere, Man
Who: Fred, Anyone that may be at Caritas
Where: Caritas
When: Night
Status: Incomplete
As Fred ran, dodging trees and over rocks, she didn't risk a glance back to see if whatever was chasing her had gained any ground. If she could spare the breath, she'd curse herself for being stupid. For four years, she'd managed to stay out of sight, out of danger, only to get careless while trying to get another handful of Kalla berries. Now, whatever was chasing her was gaining.
Fred ducked underneath another branch and tried to double back to lose the creature in the undergrowth and then hide until she was sure it was gone. Unfortunately, it was smart and saw right through her ruse.
A stone tripped the girl up and she tumbled to the ground into a heap and rolled a few times due to momentum. She scrambled to pick herself back up and snatched a fallen branch to use as a weapon as she did so. The sounds of it running after her had quieted, but she was too smart to fall for the trick. It hadn't given up on her, it was stalking. Well, she wouldn't give it the satisfaction.
"Now, you come on out you, you big ole mean whatever you are. I'll knock you right into next Tuesday! And you don't even have Tuesdays here, so that's how you know you're in big trouble!"
Fred turned one way and then the other, trying to make sure it couldn't creep behind her for a pounce. Cowed, she added, in a much quieter tone of voice,
"'Course, if you want to stay right there, that's fine, too." Swinging around, Fred let out a breath of air. "Just be a nice predator and st---" Unfortunately, the one place Fred hadn't kept an eye on were the trees. The Drokken leapt from one of the branches and knocked the air out of her lungs once it threw her sideways. Disoriented and still clutching onto her branch, she thought it must be oxygen deprivation when she crashed onto a table instead of the grass.
And was it her imagination or was someone singing Johnny Cash?
Where: Caritas
When: Night
Status: Incomplete
As Fred ran, dodging trees and over rocks, she didn't risk a glance back to see if whatever was chasing her had gained any ground. If she could spare the breath, she'd curse herself for being stupid. For four years, she'd managed to stay out of sight, out of danger, only to get careless while trying to get another handful of Kalla berries. Now, whatever was chasing her was gaining.
Fred ducked underneath another branch and tried to double back to lose the creature in the undergrowth and then hide until she was sure it was gone. Unfortunately, it was smart and saw right through her ruse.
A stone tripped the girl up and she tumbled to the ground into a heap and rolled a few times due to momentum. She scrambled to pick herself back up and snatched a fallen branch to use as a weapon as she did so. The sounds of it running after her had quieted, but she was too smart to fall for the trick. It hadn't given up on her, it was stalking. Well, she wouldn't give it the satisfaction.
"Now, you come on out you, you big ole mean whatever you are. I'll knock you right into next Tuesday! And you don't even have Tuesdays here, so that's how you know you're in big trouble!"
Fred turned one way and then the other, trying to make sure it couldn't creep behind her for a pounce. Cowed, she added, in a much quieter tone of voice,
"'Course, if you want to stay right there, that's fine, too." Swinging around, Fred let out a breath of air. "Just be a nice predator and st---" Unfortunately, the one place Fred hadn't kept an eye on were the trees. The Drokken leapt from one of the branches and knocked the air out of her lungs once it threw her sideways. Disoriented and still clutching onto her branch, she thought it must be oxygen deprivation when she crashed onto a table instead of the grass.
And was it her imagination or was someone singing Johnny Cash?