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OOC: Alright. Moving countries is a giant pain. Moving houses on top of that, and reorganizing the plethora of stuff the movers delivered?...yeesh. But I'm here and still alive. Throwing this out there for Veri's activity. Prompt: It's midnight, and it's muggy. Your character is being chased by a mysterious stranger.
The resounding thrum of her pounding heart drowned out anything else she could hear. Twigs and shrubs seemed to reach out and snag at her fur, tearing clumps of it from her body to wave to and fro in their triumphant grasp. Sometimes she tripped over tree roots, tumbling forward with a yelp and rolling to a stop. But she didn't stay motionless for long, as soon as the world stopped spinning she would be up on her feet again, stumbling a little from disorientation.
She could not allow the figure chasing her to catch up. Looking over her shoulder, all she could see of their presence were the intimidating glow of their eyes, orange and glowing as hot magma. They sent chills down her spine and she ran faster, keenly desperate to get away, to get to a safe place or find some sort of help. All the territory she ran through was achingly familiar, she caught glimpses of various places strewn throughout the Casa di Cavalieri pack lands, but not a single friendly face had been found, it was deserted.
Another glance behind her, and she saw the creeping black mass almost close enough to touch her tail. Fear spiked through her, and she churned all four of her Lupus legs as fast as she possibly could, straining to put even just a few spare inches between her and....it.
Unknown to her, it'd been herding her all this time, and she only discovered this as she burst out of the foliage onto open ground, recognizing the area as the base path toward Knight's Peak. Every time she tried to swerve, or change direction, he was there to herd her back up the path. She could see the cliff rapidly approaching ahead of her, but there were no other routes to take. He'd effectively driven her right where he wanted her.
A glimpse back one more time revealed the shadowy black mass almost directly above her, it's tendrils closing on her body like slick, oily vines. The eyes had turned a bright, savage silver, glowing with all the power of the moon. Panicked, she sprinted on and, when she reached the cliff's edge, she jumped without hesitation.
And fell, and fell, and fell.....
Veri jerked awake, eyes wide and staring at the wall as she breathed through the panic. Her hands clenched into the fabric of the blanket, trembling and white-knuckled until she slowly managed to peel them open, flexing them carefully. Heart still hammering in her chest, she noted that the bedroom was empty except for herself. She was relieved about that, just this once, as she huddled her knees to her chest and ran stilling tremoring fingers through her creamy gold locks.
She slid out of bed and mechanically rifled through the stash of pot she knew her mate kept in the house, grabbing enough buds and papers to sustain at least two joints when she got around to rolling them. She quietly stashed it all in a small pouch and grabbed her Cougar fur Council rank cloak to clasp across her shoulders before easing out the front door and making her way passed the entrance of the Fort, out into the forest beyond. She didn't need the cloak, but it made it easy to hide the pouch slung around her hips.
Now a significant way from any curious canine noses, she got the two items back out and swiftly rolled a decent joint using only her canid night vision under the light of the moon. Holding the slender rolled to her lips, she scuffed a flint to light and ember to its tip, lighting the buds to a soft cherry ember.
She inhaled the smoke and held it for as long as she could, breathing out the calming substance when it felt as though her lungs burned for air. Veri took a second drag, and then a third, before she slowed down and let the hits she'd already taken start seeping into her bloodstream. All the while her eyes were closed, lightly jigging one leg up and down as she tried not to think about those moon glowing eyes and studiously ignoring the actual moon above her in the night's sky.
The mugginess of the night made it difficult to relax, clogging her nostrils and weighing heavy on her fur, but soon she wouldn't care about these things, and she desperately egged the drug to do its work and take her mind away from the darkness of her nightmare.
The resounding thrum of her pounding heart drowned out anything else she could hear. Twigs and shrubs seemed to reach out and snag at her fur, tearing clumps of it from her body to wave to and fro in their triumphant grasp. Sometimes she tripped over tree roots, tumbling forward with a yelp and rolling to a stop. But she didn't stay motionless for long, as soon as the world stopped spinning she would be up on her feet again, stumbling a little from disorientation.
She could not allow the figure chasing her to catch up. Looking over her shoulder, all she could see of their presence were the intimidating glow of their eyes, orange and glowing as hot magma. They sent chills down her spine and she ran faster, keenly desperate to get away, to get to a safe place or find some sort of help. All the territory she ran through was achingly familiar, she caught glimpses of various places strewn throughout the Casa di Cavalieri pack lands, but not a single friendly face had been found, it was deserted.
Another glance behind her, and she saw the creeping black mass almost close enough to touch her tail. Fear spiked through her, and she churned all four of her Lupus legs as fast as she possibly could, straining to put even just a few spare inches between her and....it.
Unknown to her, it'd been herding her all this time, and she only discovered this as she burst out of the foliage onto open ground, recognizing the area as the base path toward Knight's Peak. Every time she tried to swerve, or change direction, he was there to herd her back up the path. She could see the cliff rapidly approaching ahead of her, but there were no other routes to take. He'd effectively driven her right where he wanted her.
A glimpse back one more time revealed the shadowy black mass almost directly above her, it's tendrils closing on her body like slick, oily vines. The eyes had turned a bright, savage silver, glowing with all the power of the moon. Panicked, she sprinted on and, when she reached the cliff's edge, she jumped without hesitation.
And fell, and fell, and fell.....
Veri jerked awake, eyes wide and staring at the wall as she breathed through the panic. Her hands clenched into the fabric of the blanket, trembling and white-knuckled until she slowly managed to peel them open, flexing them carefully. Heart still hammering in her chest, she noted that the bedroom was empty except for herself. She was relieved about that, just this once, as she huddled her knees to her chest and ran stilling tremoring fingers through her creamy gold locks.
She slid out of bed and mechanically rifled through the stash of pot she knew her mate kept in the house, grabbing enough buds and papers to sustain at least two joints when she got around to rolling them. She quietly stashed it all in a small pouch and grabbed her Cougar fur Council rank cloak to clasp across her shoulders before easing out the front door and making her way passed the entrance of the Fort, out into the forest beyond. She didn't need the cloak, but it made it easy to hide the pouch slung around her hips.
Now a significant way from any curious canine noses, she got the two items back out and swiftly rolled a decent joint using only her canid night vision under the light of the moon. Holding the slender rolled to her lips, she scuffed a flint to light and ember to its tip, lighting the buds to a soft cherry ember.
She inhaled the smoke and held it for as long as she could, breathing out the calming substance when it felt as though her lungs burned for air. Veri took a second drag, and then a third, before she slowed down and let the hits she'd already taken start seeping into her bloodstream. All the while her eyes were closed, lightly jigging one leg up and down as she tried not to think about those moon glowing eyes and studiously ignoring the actual moon above her in the night's sky.
The mugginess of the night made it difficult to relax, clogging her nostrils and weighing heavy on her fur, but soon she wouldn't care about these things, and she desperately egged the drug to do its work and take her mind away from the darkness of her nightmare.