by Fuscontidox » Tue Jul 04, 2017 9:34 am
Username: Fuscontidox
Name: Hammedatha [Hah-meh-dah-tah] "Meda"
Gender: Male
How did you escape?:
(500/500)
Janje awoke with her paws tied above her, the trunk of a tree at her back, she looked about the greenery examining the land, frantic with suddenly stark realization that she was separated from the realm of fate, trapped back into the mundane. “Where is it?” she pulled against the thorns that dug into her flesh, and whimpered, not from the pain, but from her detachment.
“Looking for something?” Icy chills ran down her spine, she slowly turned her attention to the electric gaze of the kalon from before, he drew near, swinging the fine gold threads in his paws.
Her chest tightened, “D-don’t do that p-p-please…” she struggled, her eyes glued to the mask.
“Oh? How cute,” he cooed, “You know, sweetheart, manners don’t get you far in places like my forest.” He drew closer to her, and her body began to shake involuntarily. “Now why don’t you answer this time,” his free paw gripped the vine and he towered above her, she was miniscule in comparison to his much larger, wider frame. “Why should I let you go, after your clear intrusion?”
His attire was very ancient tribal, reminding her closely of Cosima, she remembered Cosima’s stories of an old, ill-mannered tribe, who slaughtered everyone in sight, and the floating rumors of them eating the flesh of their own kind. She swallowed hard, her thought process was dominated by how much stronger he was compared to Uriah, her brothers, and even her own father, she mulled over ways to escape, and how futile each suggestion was, she regretted wandering off on her own all the more.
“I don’t want to be eaten…” her voice was pitifully quiet, she had never felt so small in her life.
His hearty laugh split the air, jolting her, then he quieted, “I must admit, that’s a new one, I’m not a cannibal but that doesn’t mean I’m not a murderer.” He looked up and down her, silent judgement clear in his posture and expression, “How the blazes did a weakling as yourself find their way into my forest?” She looked to him, down to the mask, then averting completely.
“This?” he snorted pushing off the tree and away, tossing the mask just centimeters from the pit of dying flames, snapping something inside of Janje. “Enough with your fainting and child’s play.” Her legs jittered, and rested on the ground as close as she could get, he loomed over her again, she faux recoiled, before pushing up with her might and knocking into his windpipe and jaw with the crown of her head. Tearing from the thorns as she bungeed back down, clenching her jaw from the ripping she felt along her wrists and hands. She fumbled forward, hobbled up quickly, and took her mask as he lay, sprawled, trying to retrieve his breath.
“Don’t s-screw with a m-mask’s prophet.” She cursed inwardly at her falters, shakily, she fitted her mask, and followed the lavender stream of color inside the realm of fate.
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Fuscontidox on Tue Jul 04, 2017 1:49 pm, edited 3 times in total.
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