Post by Jazilyn on Jan 8, 2014 21:43:54 GMT -5
((Heyhey, check it. Anyone is welcome to join in, but this will hopefully be fairly fast paced, so if you don't reply once in a 24hour period, don't be surprised/upset if your turn is skipped. Kay kay? It's chill, dun worry; it'll be fun.
Plot: The dead have awoken and infest the Haunted Woods like vermin. Who/what is behind this madness and why remains to be seen. Will our heroes have what it takes to survive? Do you have what it takes to outwit, outlast, and outplay?
Haha, I'm a dork. Okay let's get started.))
"Wha the f*** is going on around here?" the kougra panted, running through the forest at breakneck speeds; ducking under tree limbs and bounding over fallen trunks. He could hear them on his heels, their fierce growls echoing like a haunting refrain. What did they want from him? Why were there so many of them? And why were they so bloody fast?!
Everything was happening so fast; he didn't have any time to process what he was seeing. He wasn't even sure he knew what exactly was following him; all he knew was that he was vastly outnumbered. His crimson eyes darted from tree to tree, trying not to look back as he searched desperately for a place to hide. He darted to the left just as one of the ravenous, snarling monster launched itself toward him, missing the creature's sharp claws by a mere centimeter.
His decision to look back at that exact second nearly proved fatal, as the ground gave way beneath him and he was sent tumbling head-first down an endless, steep hill. Streaks of black fur and red stripes plummeted downward, gaining speeding, becoming a living avalanche. He swore it felt like he slammed into every rock and log on the way down; he didn't think he'd ever reach the bottom.
When he finally skidded to a halt in a mess of wet leaves and twigs, he simply lay there, staring up through the canopy at the sun peeking through the trees. Was his nightmare over? Had he escaped those... things? Whatever they were. He'd only caught a glimpse, but they looked kind of like lupes. Damn were they fast, though.
Numb and weak, his crimson eyes closed, praying for just five seconds to rest before something else happened. He should have realized by now, the universe had never been one for answering his prayers.
A low growl resonated through the air, sending the kougra's heart into a wild panic. His eyes shot open, clumsily dragging himself to his feet as he looked around for the source of the noise. Hunched over, barely able to stand, he withdrew one of his swords from its sheath; he should have considered himself lucky he hadn't impaled himself on the way down.
"Show yourself," he snarled, screwing up his courage. He was in no position to make a stand; not here, not now. His eyes continued to dart wildly around, taking a blind step back as he searched for the source of the noise.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when something reached up from the dirt and grabbed his ankle; yanking away from the almost entirely skeletal hand that reached up from the ground. "You've got to be f***ing kidding me," he groaned, backing up against a tree.
The creature ripped itself out from the ground, lunging at the kougra with razor sharp fangs bared. Zethos held his sword defensively before him, only to have the beast impale itself, unaffected by the metal blade jutting through its chest; pushing forward as close at it could get to the kougra. It's fangs dripped saliva, snapping rabidly at the kougra less than an inch away from his face. Cataracts eyes staring madly at him like a rabid animal. It's fur looked dead and was missing in patches; overall it looked like it had been decaying for awhile.
((Bluh, I'm so bloody out of practice. /fail))
Plot: The dead have awoken and infest the Haunted Woods like vermin. Who/what is behind this madness and why remains to be seen. Will our heroes have what it takes to survive? Do you have what it takes to outwit, outlast, and outplay?
Haha, I'm a dork. Okay let's get started.))
"Wha the f*** is going on around here?" the kougra panted, running through the forest at breakneck speeds; ducking under tree limbs and bounding over fallen trunks. He could hear them on his heels, their fierce growls echoing like a haunting refrain. What did they want from him? Why were there so many of them? And why were they so bloody fast?!
Everything was happening so fast; he didn't have any time to process what he was seeing. He wasn't even sure he knew what exactly was following him; all he knew was that he was vastly outnumbered. His crimson eyes darted from tree to tree, trying not to look back as he searched desperately for a place to hide. He darted to the left just as one of the ravenous, snarling monster launched itself toward him, missing the creature's sharp claws by a mere centimeter.
His decision to look back at that exact second nearly proved fatal, as the ground gave way beneath him and he was sent tumbling head-first down an endless, steep hill. Streaks of black fur and red stripes plummeted downward, gaining speeding, becoming a living avalanche. He swore it felt like he slammed into every rock and log on the way down; he didn't think he'd ever reach the bottom.
When he finally skidded to a halt in a mess of wet leaves and twigs, he simply lay there, staring up through the canopy at the sun peeking through the trees. Was his nightmare over? Had he escaped those... things? Whatever they were. He'd only caught a glimpse, but they looked kind of like lupes. Damn were they fast, though.
Numb and weak, his crimson eyes closed, praying for just five seconds to rest before something else happened. He should have realized by now, the universe had never been one for answering his prayers.
A low growl resonated through the air, sending the kougra's heart into a wild panic. His eyes shot open, clumsily dragging himself to his feet as he looked around for the source of the noise. Hunched over, barely able to stand, he withdrew one of his swords from its sheath; he should have considered himself lucky he hadn't impaled himself on the way down.
"Show yourself," he snarled, screwing up his courage. He was in no position to make a stand; not here, not now. His eyes continued to dart wildly around, taking a blind step back as he searched for the source of the noise.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when something reached up from the dirt and grabbed his ankle; yanking away from the almost entirely skeletal hand that reached up from the ground. "You've got to be f***ing kidding me," he groaned, backing up against a tree.
The creature ripped itself out from the ground, lunging at the kougra with razor sharp fangs bared. Zethos held his sword defensively before him, only to have the beast impale itself, unaffected by the metal blade jutting through its chest; pushing forward as close at it could get to the kougra. It's fangs dripped saliva, snapping rabidly at the kougra less than an inch away from his face. Cataracts eyes staring madly at him like a rabid animal. It's fur looked dead and was missing in patches; overall it looked like it had been decaying for awhile.
((Bluh, I'm so bloody out of practice. /fail))