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Time to Light it Up...
Forum-Index → Roleplay → RP Sign-up → Time to Light it Up...With a sigh, Ariana turned back towards her cave to prepare, although not without letting out a roar to warn the forest of her coming.
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Brunhilde continued to walk through the undergrowth, although she snapped her gun into place when she heard a distant roar from some far-off place. Bending down slightly, she scooped up some dripping mud and slashed it on her face just for additional camouflage as her pale skin stood out against the dark forest floor. With a grunt as she heaved her rifle back into her steady hands, she caught sight of a human, specifically, a woman, a distraught look on her face. The look everyone shared when the creatures came - horror and the paralysing look of despair.
Bending down now, she slowly made her way closer to the woman, tall in appearance, before whispering a somewhat gruff, 'Oi!'
The woman let out a whimper and without hesitation, set off running, like a herd animal when knowing a predator is close by.
Eyes wide, knowing the noise and movement could draw in other unwanted creatures, Brunhilde set off, desperate to catch up to this remaining human, while cursing to herself in a foul vocabulary.
"Don't ask, just go." Brundhilde managed to spit as she readied the weapon before she and this new, petrified looking stranger, began to make away from where the shriek was made.
Ariana's eyes suddenly narrowed as out of the corner of her eye she spotted something moving in the undergrowth. She immediately shrunk back into the shadows, keeping her gaze locked onto her target as she planned out what to do next.
Hopewell
Max sat on a windowsill, thinking of all those he had lost. His father... maimed by a rogue earthquake and left to die... his mother, roasted by a fire bear and his son... chewed up by a regular wolf and had to be humanely killed.
Or so he told himself.
His finger tapped involuntarily against his notebook and he was surprised to feel his eyes wet with tears. He shook his head angrily. Stop, he thought, blinking away the wetness. He needed to be cool and collected in front of the others.
Ghembo
Ghembo roared, rearing up on his hind paws. A human scent was thick in the air, clogging his throat and making his eyes fuzz over with red. He growled to his closest companion, "Follow me," and bounded away at a pace that even wind creatures would find hard to match.
Through the savannah he raced, flattening reeds that began to poke out of squishy mud. Foreboding trees rose around him, and he hunkered down in a marsh bramble and surveyed the human stumbling around on its unsteady two legs. Surprisingly, another burst out into the area, babbling in their strange tongue.
Ariana's eyes flashed red and narrowed. She had seen her brothers and sisters killed by humans for their fur, and she was determined to never end up as a wall decoration or a rug. Rage clouded her common sense as she pounced at the woman with outstreched claws and a will to fight.