Green Labyrinth
OPEN TO ANYONE
04-01-2018, 08:54 PM
The metallic hue of blood is beginning to tarnish the queer air in the labyrinth around you. The Screechers are suddenly disturbed from their wolfish attack and the small, but savage predators voice a violent protest as the Orb of Hope glides forward into their midst. Though they have no eyes to shield from the soothing essence of its glow, they can feel it upon their rough, insect-like skin, burning like the sun. Shrieks of anger and fear threaten to pierce your pounding eardrums and the creatures relinquish their crippling hold on their meal.
They scatter rapidly into the bamboo as your mammoth body arrives between them in a steaming swirl of hair and thrumming, rippling flesh.
The young Cervavo is filled with inexplicable hope, courage and strength, at much the same moment as you descend upon it like a cosy cocoon and though it had begun to struggle with wildly flailing limbs upon the soft, cool grass, the lashing movement slows. Perhaps it wonders if its father has answered the desperate cries for help, or maybe the feeling is the cool dream of death and the cuddle of heaven as its soul is pulled free from this life.
It is neither…
Your rumbling voice roused its consciousness and the peacock deer gathers its lanky limbs beneath its body before rising shakily against the pillar of stallion alongside. The taste of blood is thick in its mouth and a frightened cry splits the angry mutter of the Screechers who linger instinctively - they are still hungry. Because its choices are so few and its heart beats wildly to the song of self-preservation, the calf Cervavo will follow you slowly away safety.
They scatter rapidly into the bamboo as your mammoth body arrives between them in a steaming swirl of hair and thrumming, rippling flesh.
The young Cervavo is filled with inexplicable hope, courage and strength, at much the same moment as you descend upon it like a cosy cocoon and though it had begun to struggle with wildly flailing limbs upon the soft, cool grass, the lashing movement slows. Perhaps it wonders if its father has answered the desperate cries for help, or maybe the feeling is the cool dream of death and the cuddle of heaven as its soul is pulled free from this life.
It is neither…
Your rumbling voice roused its consciousness and the peacock deer gathers its lanky limbs beneath its body before rising shakily against the pillar of stallion alongside. The taste of blood is thick in its mouth and a frightened cry splits the angry mutter of the Screechers who linger instinctively - they are still hungry. Because its choices are so few and its heart beats wildly to the song of self-preservation, the calf Cervavo will follow you slowly away safety.
the Rift
Congratulations on escaping the Green Labyrinth and rescuing the baby Cervavo :) You are welcome to power-play its escape alongside you, in your final post!
