Green Labyrinth
01-13-2018, 10:40 PM
(Open is fine!)
She had braved the mists in search of her missing companion, but she was beginning to regret doing so. The thin trails beaten out through the fog seemed to twist and turn and double back in on themselves, leading the diminutive mare in circles. There was next to nothing to mark her path, only a few strewn boulders and charred bamboo shoots--several of which she was sure she had passed already. Her nerves were on a hair-trigger, and the only thing stopped her from igniting the peat underfoot with her magic was the indescribable feeling of malice in the air. She could have sworn she heard whispering here and there, or spied flitting movement that vanished as soon as she turned to look. As satisfying as burning this haunted place would be, she somehow got the feeling that attempting to do so would bring down the wrath of something she wasn't keen on meeting.
To her frustration, as the fitful light began to darken, a sign that day was turning to dusk, she found no sign of her beloved bat. Perhaps more worrying at the moment was the fact that she found no sign of the edge of these mists either. Surely, if she kept walking, she'd find the way out eventually, but she was certain that, despite seemingly travelled in a straight line, she had been turned about at some point.
She was about to risk flying through the fog and get away from this place when the scream cut through the mist. Immediately the grulla froze, ears and eyes high. That had been a mare's shriek, but some superstitious part of her wondered if it was just another trick of the presence that seemed to hang over this place. Trick or not, though, she had sounded utterly terrified, and Aryel's nature simply didn't allow her to sit by idly.
Heedless of the whispering voices and distorted faces in the mist, she broke into a run, heading in the direction the sound had come from. She strained to see, hear, or scent anything, but was gradually able to pick up the sound of rapid hoofbeats and the pace of something much larger behind them. When she first saw the creature's hulking form in the fog, she nearly stumbled over herself. Easily twice her height, moving with a bizarre bipedal lope, it gallumphed in hot pursuit of a smaller fleeing horse, likely the source of the scream.
The stocky mare quickened her pace, her striped limbs a blur as she tore across the ground in pursuit of the creature and its prey. Although not suited for speed, desperation propelled her forward, gradually gaining on the hairless monster until she was almost side-by-side, only trailing behind a few feet. With a growl, she lowered her head, bringing her horns to bear, and then threw herself into its leg, aiming for the back of its knee in order to buckle the joint and cause it to stumble--and hopefully, to fall face-first.
@Taivas
She had braved the mists in search of her missing companion, but she was beginning to regret doing so. The thin trails beaten out through the fog seemed to twist and turn and double back in on themselves, leading the diminutive mare in circles. There was next to nothing to mark her path, only a few strewn boulders and charred bamboo shoots--several of which she was sure she had passed already. Her nerves were on a hair-trigger, and the only thing stopped her from igniting the peat underfoot with her magic was the indescribable feeling of malice in the air. She could have sworn she heard whispering here and there, or spied flitting movement that vanished as soon as she turned to look. As satisfying as burning this haunted place would be, she somehow got the feeling that attempting to do so would bring down the wrath of something she wasn't keen on meeting.
To her frustration, as the fitful light began to darken, a sign that day was turning to dusk, she found no sign of her beloved bat. Perhaps more worrying at the moment was the fact that she found no sign of the edge of these mists either. Surely, if she kept walking, she'd find the way out eventually, but she was certain that, despite seemingly travelled in a straight line, she had been turned about at some point.
She was about to risk flying through the fog and get away from this place when the scream cut through the mist. Immediately the grulla froze, ears and eyes high. That had been a mare's shriek, but some superstitious part of her wondered if it was just another trick of the presence that seemed to hang over this place. Trick or not, though, she had sounded utterly terrified, and Aryel's nature simply didn't allow her to sit by idly.
Heedless of the whispering voices and distorted faces in the mist, she broke into a run, heading in the direction the sound had come from. She strained to see, hear, or scent anything, but was gradually able to pick up the sound of rapid hoofbeats and the pace of something much larger behind them. When she first saw the creature's hulking form in the fog, she nearly stumbled over herself. Easily twice her height, moving with a bizarre bipedal lope, it gallumphed in hot pursuit of a smaller fleeing horse, likely the source of the scream.
The stocky mare quickened her pace, her striped limbs a blur as she tore across the ground in pursuit of the creature and its prey. Although not suited for speed, desperation propelled her forward, gradually gaining on the hairless monster until she was almost side-by-side, only trailing behind a few feet. With a growl, she lowered her head, bringing her horns to bear, and then threw herself into its leg, aiming for the back of its knee in order to buckle the joint and cause it to stumble--and hopefully, to fall face-first.
@Taivas
Use of magic/force against Aryel is allowed.
