The Fall of Good and Evil. ((Teen Powers RP)) [Accepting.]

[wolverine♥]

This RP has hardly been active for almost two months. You can join and post, but I think this is as good as dead. ;D

[gam]

Aww. Considering the fact that if I join nobody will reply, I guess all I can say is RIP thread~]

[silveriver]

(i really hope this RP doesn't get deserted...or locked...its a really good idea...i love it)

Kayla tried to stay as quiet as possible while she stalked the rabbit. She knew well that every movement that the rabbit heard was a chance lost for a good meal. She gripped her much used knife in her left hand, and slowly moved foreward. She stayed in the shadows, though she knew that that would not help much. Rabbit felt most movement and noise, according to the hunters who had taught her to survive. She looked at the ground before her feet to make sure she wouldn't step on anything. She looked back up and at the rabbit, which was eating weeds and looking as though it had not a care in the world. She examined the bushes around her, trying to find a good place to make her kill from. Oh, if only she had a bow. One of the hunters had had one, but she had never leearned how to use it. One didn't have to get so close, and there wasn't so much risk of loosing the meal.. Kayla shook her head to clear it. She couldn't think of bows now of all times. she glided even closer to the rabbit, and winced suddendly as a twig snapped under her foot. She froze, watching only out of the corners of her eyes as the rabbit sniffed the air, repeatedly. It scanned the bushed around it, until it found kayla. She hardly dared to breath as it tipped its head thoughtfully to one side. It gave a squeak, and ran. Kayla leaped at it as it scampered away, but she was to late. Kayla let go some of the great vocabulary of curses that the hunters had frequently used. She had been careless, and had lost her intended meal. Of course she still had the berried that she had gathered the day before, but they were starting to taste nasty to her. This was not surprising, scince she'd had berry meals night and day, day and night, for the last week and a half. Kayla kicked up some looose dirt in distaste, and then, sighing, sat down to get the berried, wraped in a large leaf, out. She put a few in her mouth, made a face, and forced herself to swallow them. She started gathering dry wood after her scimpy meal, but soon stopped, remembering the voices, and the roaring of some unknown great object(the helocopter) she had heard the day before. She threw down the bundle of sticks, and lay down on some moss, under an ole, large tree that would shelter her from the worst storms.

But still.....this would be a verrrry cold night for her