Green Labyrinth
01-20-2018, 12:35 AM
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Caught in the mist and struggling for gasping breaths, the shaman runs, quickly pursued by a massive and terrifying figure. She dares not turn around to look again at the faceless, massive monster in hot pursuit. She need not see the teeth forming a voracious maw to know he is still behind her. The sound of imposing feet can be heard crashing into the earth, even through the dense cover and quieting fog.
Her heart thrums in her chest, feeling the burn in her muscles as the healer wishes she had more physical proclivities for the first time in her life. Then, almost as if out of nowhere, a dark shadow appears in the fog. For a moment, the panic in her heart and throat threatens to seize her legs and halt her breathing, until the shape begins to clear.
A mare, small in stature, but every bit as determined as she is miniature, rushing to the aid of the pale painted girl.
Relief does not set in, though.
No, for they are still far from relief here in the mists.
The approach of another does not deter or stop the Metus at first. In fact, the monster continues to follow the shaman as if nothing has changed. And why would he? Why would a cat stop chasing a mouse just because another mouse appeared? However, the newcomer was no mouse.
Her horns bend down with atheletic grace, and, fearlessly, the smoke colored mare drives her weight directly into the leg of the great beast. Her attack is well aimed, and the Metus's leg immediately buckles underneath him, causing him to fall onto the ground and providing the mare with much needed time to escape from the brute. The gap which had been steadily closing between them grows.
For a moment, aside from the pounding of hooves in the dirt, all is silent.
A groan, foreign and terrifying, is then bellowed by the Magnus Metus. Taivas turns her head back to view the giant, who appears to shrug before stalking off in the opposite direction. It appears the intervention of Mighty Mouse has made the girl an uneasy prey.
Slowing her pace, the little moon takes deep, fast inhalations, looking with bewildered eyes but an otherwise calm and placid expression toward her small savior. "Thank you," she gasps out between breaths. "I could have been killed."
Her heart thrums in her chest, feeling the burn in her muscles as the healer wishes she had more physical proclivities for the first time in her life. Then, almost as if out of nowhere, a dark shadow appears in the fog. For a moment, the panic in her heart and throat threatens to seize her legs and halt her breathing, until the shape begins to clear.
A mare, small in stature, but every bit as determined as she is miniature, rushing to the aid of the pale painted girl.
Relief does not set in, though.
No, for they are still far from relief here in the mists.
The approach of another does not deter or stop the Metus at first. In fact, the monster continues to follow the shaman as if nothing has changed. And why would he? Why would a cat stop chasing a mouse just because another mouse appeared? However, the newcomer was no mouse.
Her horns bend down with atheletic grace, and, fearlessly, the smoke colored mare drives her weight directly into the leg of the great beast. Her attack is well aimed, and the Metus's leg immediately buckles underneath him, causing him to fall onto the ground and providing the mare with much needed time to escape from the brute. The gap which had been steadily closing between them grows.
For a moment, aside from the pounding of hooves in the dirt, all is silent.
A groan, foreign and terrifying, is then bellowed by the Magnus Metus. Taivas turns her head back to view the giant, who appears to shrug before stalking off in the opposite direction. It appears the intervention of Mighty Mouse has made the girl an uneasy prey.
Slowing her pace, the little moon takes deep, fast inhalations, looking with bewildered eyes but an otherwise calm and placid expression toward her small savior. "Thank you," she gasps out between breaths. "I could have been killed."
we tried to dream ourselves awake
