Rainforest Cliffs
01-22-2018, 10:05 AM
This one swept through the forest on quick legs; a lithe movement that belied the relative bulk of her frame. She—if, indeed, such a thing had a gender—was top-heavy, yet built for the confines of her forest home. Roots and rocks and gullies and hillocks were of no concern to her; with ease, she could take them at nearly full speed. The long tendrils upon her back glowed faintly in the dark beneath the canopy.
She was hunting. Her kind almost always were. They were ambush predators and picky eaters, disinclined to take too many risks. Their strengths lay in their powers, their weakness in their thin, transparent skin. They had little in the way of natural armor, and relied on surprise attacks.
But, picky as they were with their targets, their choices were also, at times, limited. She knew that; her gut, rather empty, knew that. Not many creatures wandered into the dark depths of the Rainforest, where the shadows pulsed and boomed and bloomed like the Portal's, and the neon eyes flickered in the trees. It was an uncanny place to others; home, to her.
So the three horses were a welcome intrusion, but she couldn't take them all alone. Too risky.
So, she screamed—a harsh, shrill sound, piercing the heavy near-silence. A black cloud left her mouth, drifting into the clearing, but she was fairly certain it would disperse and lose its potency before reaching them. Stunning them wasn't her reason for crying out anyway.
She did it to gather the hunt.
She was hunting. Her kind almost always were. They were ambush predators and picky eaters, disinclined to take too many risks. Their strengths lay in their powers, their weakness in their thin, transparent skin. They had little in the way of natural armor, and relied on surprise attacks.
But, picky as they were with their targets, their choices were also, at times, limited. She knew that; her gut, rather empty, knew that. Not many creatures wandered into the dark depths of the Rainforest, where the shadows pulsed and boomed and bloomed like the Portal's, and the neon eyes flickered in the trees. It was an uncanny place to others; home, to her.
So the three horses were a welcome intrusion, but she couldn't take them all alone. Too risky.
So, she screamed—a harsh, shrill sound, piercing the heavy near-silence. A black cloud left her mouth, drifting into the clearing, but she was fairly certain it would disperse and lose its potency before reaching them. Stunning them wasn't her reason for crying out anyway.
She did it to gather the hunt.
the Rift
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The Walker remains out of sight, but has released a (at this distance, probably harmless) cloud of black toxin. The toxins cause amnesia and 'disconnect' you from your body. She's called out their location to the other walkers nearby, so they're gathering for a pony hunt. ;)
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