Post by Azoto on Jul 6, 2010 21:59:28 GMT -5
Players:
Matwau - Bear
Sacha - Rat
Setting:
Woodland Clearing -
The forest finally breaks into a silent, serene clearing. A wide circle of trees is what forms the perimeter of this spot, the short grasses and few flowers that are in the clearing itself providing a bit of nice grazing. The land is mostly flat and so it makes for a somewhat exposed place for smaller or less well-defended animals to be frequenting, particularly because of the high trees around - predators could be lurking in the branches. Despite the potentially sinister value this clearing has, it maintains an almost warm sense about it.. almost like a home.
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Who knows what creatures might call this calm, quiet clearing their home now? It's much the same as it's always been, albeit with a little more debris in it than before. New growth has provided an atmosphere of green in the extreme! It's a verdant, healthy place with the sounds of birds in the distance, and plenty of new hiding places... for those small enough to exploit them of course. But the sinister qualities of this same clearing seem... enhanced in some ways. There is a pall of unnaturalness about it all, the brightness of the sun somewhat pale. The cozy nature of the small spaces lacking, somehow.
The clearing has been a disturbing presence to any and everything for a while now, and even Sacha has tried to avoid it somewhat if only because something about it just unsettles her. But, avoiding the predators of the forest has been a bigger challenge than she first thought it would be, to be honest, so finally picking this place for many of the small crevaces, holes, and corners, the little rat makes her way into the clearing slowly through the branches and tree roots, pausing here and there with ears erect, and whiskers twitching. Something about this place just... really rankles her fur.
The clearing which is surrounded by trees now seems to feel more like a prison than anything else. The woods around it are closed in, tight, a perfect place for something to be... lurking. And lurking is just what something out there is doing. There is a loud, careless snap of wood - or maybe bone - and the sound of something large shifting its weight. There's a loud, annoyed grunt, and the scrape of fur on wood as something big moves through the trees. A deep, gravelly, tired voice bounces through the foliage. "Hnn. I smell you. I Saw you, and now I smell you. Where are you?"
Ears twitch, whiskers fan, and Sacha lifts her head, briefly raising up on her feet, paws clasped to her chest in thought. Something-- she heard a loud noise. And she didn't like the sound; the echoed in her head of bad thoughts and dreams. Something she didn't want to think about comes back to mind, and the little rat drops back to the ground with some care, before she turns, and starts away from the direction of the noises she'd heard; toward a scrubby bush of wild rose and their bulging rosehips. Reaching it, she plucks a large one down, and carefully pull the petals.
The noises are getting closer, but it's not just that. With it comes... the smell. A faint, bittersweet odor that quickly turns into a choking miasma as the breeze shifts. Whatever it is seems to not much care about personal hygiene, but not only that, it carries the scent of disease. Of despair. Of something... deeper, something that only those with senses beyond the immediate, physical world could detect. It was a scent not just of death, but anger. A burning, charnel scent that makes one recoil. "I know you can See me, too," the voice rumbles again, getting closer to the clearing. Through the trees, a large shape is now visible, bulky and completley unable to be hidden. "/Where./ I want to make this quick. Have a nice chat."
Ears lay back, and the little rat's eyes widen slightly at this stench, this weeking odor that causes her fur to bristle, and makes her think of The Madness her grandfathers sometimes spoke about. The Rage, the bite-driven thing that was said to come from bats, or skunks, or even raccoons, that made an animal forget its brain, and lose all interest in sanity. She swallows shatply at this rank, and the sight of the large, hulking shadow, lumbering, omnipresent in the foreground of her site causes her to stuff the rosehip in her mouth, and then carefully dive into the large spiny bush for the moment, where she attempts to hide for the time being by staying very, very still; her heart pattering in her ears.
"You're... /here!/" The voice suddenly rises in pitch and excitement, and the lumbering shape coalesces into a bear from the shelter of the trees. Not just any bear. A monster of one. Like something had crawled out of a child's scary bedtime story and was lumbering around the forest. "Right... around here." The creature's powerful snout raises to the air and sniffs, and his lips peel back in a snarl, revealing ugly, yellow teeth. Maddened, but focused eyes glare at the clearing as he stalks into it, overturning logs and rocks as he goes, bowling right over bushes. "You don't want to talk? /I/ do. I have plenty of things to say. You had your chance. You all did. I'm here now. And now you have nothing."
Baring her teeth slightly out of fear driven instinct alone, Sacha watches that large, lumbering hulk of darkness as it forms into a bear, a giant monster of a bear, like the ones the Elders sometimes spoke of when talking about The Dark Times. But it had been eons since the Dark Times, when cats had fangs as long as a rat's whole body, when dogs were wild, and Man was less intelligent than the rocks he used for tools to hammer out pitiful knives. And yet this... thing, this large thing, is.. so clearly right out of the Dark Times. Sacha hunkers down, spitting out the rosehip as if leaving the minute weight behind would make her less noticeable, would make her lighter, faster, thinner, should she need to run. Talk? Talk? How can one talk with a beast as this? How can one talk reason with a thing struck by Madness?
"That's it. Stay silent. Pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about. That's all you /ever/ do. All any of you ever did. Ignoring your talents! Couldn't bear to see the /enormity/ of the truth." He chuckles. It's a deep, evil sound like a rock striking the bottom of a chasm. "I know you're here. I know what you know. I just know what it /means/ more. If you were smart, you'd run. Run away and tell all your friends what's coming." He towers up and then smahes into a nearby bush, crushing it easily under his weight. "Death! Death is here and he's not going away!"
At the crashing bush, so near, so close, Sacha nearly jumps and runs; really, she would, except that her mind is at war. Part of her says run, run now, run swift, and fast, and find a hole, a nice, deep hole, something to dig and make deeper. But something else tells her if she runs, she'll be seen, or worse, hunted down. The memory of those horrible dreams recalls itself, and she suddenly finds herself knowing the prophetic essance of the huge shape coming for her; not a cat, not a wolf, but a bear, and one that clearly has The Madness to him. Suddenly, she has to run. Suddenly, she simply just runs; a little darting blot of brown squeaking only once, and then dashing from a bush like any other running creature might, bounding a rat's gate for the woods; which at her size seem so very, very far away.
"Ha ha ha! Stupid little Seer. Come and enjoy your spine being crunched!" The bear can spot Sacha all too easily, as though he were given some kind of paranormal clue. Maybe he was. He leaps, with strength and speed far too great for his disease wracked body. "What do your abilities avail you now? You are so /strong/ in the other world! But here you are still just a small, puny, /thing/ to be crushed under my paws! Come back and I will give you silence!"
"I think not," replies the rat in midst of panting gasps for breath, as she runs. How? How could he know-- speaking of her as a seer makes her ears lay back. What... What is wrong with this beast? Does he know things about her gift that she doesn't? Why does he want to destroy her? What world beyond this could there be? She dashes, in a slightly zig-zagging manner, for the trees, oh, the blessed trees, so far away-- and keeps her eyes open for holes, for gaps in the ground, for nooks, for crannies, places one so small as she could dive down, down, to mother earth, giver of life and taker of one's body.
The bear, meanwhile, is simply rushing in a straight line. He's like a boulder, just rolling down a hill... nothing gets in his way, and if it does, he simply smashes it down under his massive weight. His huge paws thud and pound the ground, and there's little doubt that he could rip up whatever small dirt shelter that Sacha might take shelter in. His gait is almost leisurely. Like he could keep up this chase forever... and he seems to believe he could. "Run, run, as fast as you can. The Sight works both ways, vermin!"
Calling her a vermin is an insult; but it's one she's heard before, given, well, Rats are considered to be vermin no matter who they're talking to unless it's another rat. Squeaking to herself in fright, the wee Sacha attempts to lose the bear by first diving through a hunk of brush, then leaping over a branch of two. She knows, faintly, that this rolling steamengine of a brute isn't going to be stopped by a little thorns.. Or by a bit of dirt.. But those trees. Those trees maybe, if she can find one tall enough, or one with holes about the roots... She keeps running, for the forest, squeaking in hurries pants; wondering, briefly, if a rat's ever died of fright while runnning.
The great bear's size is certainly an impediment to his movements, but it's not one that will stop him entirely. She needs to find somewhere he can't get to, and fast. He heaves his great bulk through the forest, still maintaining, somehow, a straight beeline onto her position. The reverberations of his massive weight crashing down with each pounce is frighteningly close. "I see you. I smell you! I /taste/ you!" he bellows aloud, spittle beginning to drip down from his slavering maw. "Your size will not help. You're as big a target as all the others! I will close your Sight forever! And all the others too!"
Somewhere he can't get to is the problem-- And yet sometimes the spirits provide. It seems to Sacha they have done this now, as, begging them in her mind with every loud thud behind her, she spots a hole up ahead, likely once owned by some creature, be it mole, or ground squirrel, or even skunk; she doesn't care. She doesn't care if it's still inhabited either; more's the help against that /thing/. She squeaks, and then dives down into the earth, down down down, already working on digging, trying to bury herself into the earth, begging and pleading the skies above to strike the great brute down-- or for something bigger than her to come along and distract it.
"A hole. A hole?!" the bear snarls, but sounds amused at the same time. "Is that all you're going to bring against me? Ha ha! Die!" He rears up and crashes back down onto the ground directly above the burrow, trying to collapse it. It works, but only marginally. One large paw laden with massive claws jabs into the earth and tears at it, the bear even lowering his great mouth to bite and tear at any clumps that are particularly stubborn. "Coming... for you! Won't get away!" he roars right into the small tunnel.
Oh, oh this is not good. The ground shaking causes Sacha's eyes to widen, and she jumps ahead, face first into the wall, scrabbling at it, before, panting, she finds herself unable to go anywhere. She turns, facing the hole, ears back, and teeth bared as best she can for a moment, trying to think. That thing, that big, big thing, all upset over little her. Her ears lay back, and for a moment, all she can think is that this is it. Why did she ever leave the farm? ... Because she wanted to see more of the world. Well, she's certainly seeing alot, ain't she. She gulps.. and then decides her only chance now is to just charge, and try to dash out between the large lug's legs-- and so, waiting for a moment when the teeth are not coming in, and the claws are pulling away from a downswing, she charges, begging the spirits above for one, little chance to get away from the jaws that bite and the claws that catch.
The bear's fury is all encompassing. Apparently, to a point that makes him grow less aware about the world around him. As Sacha makes her bid for freedom, the powerful jaws scoop up another mound of dirt, and his paws smash into the earth, his anger directed purely at the hole he's trying to demolish more than spotting the small rat. It takes him a few moments for him to stop, and check his work... just long enough for precious distance to be put between them. He breathes heavily, giant ribs expanding and contracting. "On my soul, Seer, I will find you again," he growls. "I see you. I see you all. Go! Warn the others. Warn them that they no longer have the chance to survive! I'll find you! I'll find you /all/ sooner or later! And I am /not/ the last of my kind!"
Run? Yes. Run run run. That's what she'll do, and that's what she'll keep doing until she either drops dead of fright, or has become sure that there isn't some giant, hulking brute pounding after her-- physically. This? This is going to last in her dreams forever, Sacha fears; and her mind tells her one clamoring truth above all else; she's got to warn someone. Anyone. It doesn't matter who. Start a forest fire of words, and make sure it spreads-- the Madness has come; and it has infected a demonic soul.
Matwau - Bear
Sacha - Rat
Setting:
Woodland Clearing -
The forest finally breaks into a silent, serene clearing. A wide circle of trees is what forms the perimeter of this spot, the short grasses and few flowers that are in the clearing itself providing a bit of nice grazing. The land is mostly flat and so it makes for a somewhat exposed place for smaller or less well-defended animals to be frequenting, particularly because of the high trees around - predators could be lurking in the branches. Despite the potentially sinister value this clearing has, it maintains an almost warm sense about it.. almost like a home.
---
Who knows what creatures might call this calm, quiet clearing their home now? It's much the same as it's always been, albeit with a little more debris in it than before. New growth has provided an atmosphere of green in the extreme! It's a verdant, healthy place with the sounds of birds in the distance, and plenty of new hiding places... for those small enough to exploit them of course. But the sinister qualities of this same clearing seem... enhanced in some ways. There is a pall of unnaturalness about it all, the brightness of the sun somewhat pale. The cozy nature of the small spaces lacking, somehow.
The clearing has been a disturbing presence to any and everything for a while now, and even Sacha has tried to avoid it somewhat if only because something about it just unsettles her. But, avoiding the predators of the forest has been a bigger challenge than she first thought it would be, to be honest, so finally picking this place for many of the small crevaces, holes, and corners, the little rat makes her way into the clearing slowly through the branches and tree roots, pausing here and there with ears erect, and whiskers twitching. Something about this place just... really rankles her fur.
The clearing which is surrounded by trees now seems to feel more like a prison than anything else. The woods around it are closed in, tight, a perfect place for something to be... lurking. And lurking is just what something out there is doing. There is a loud, careless snap of wood - or maybe bone - and the sound of something large shifting its weight. There's a loud, annoyed grunt, and the scrape of fur on wood as something big moves through the trees. A deep, gravelly, tired voice bounces through the foliage. "Hnn. I smell you. I Saw you, and now I smell you. Where are you?"
Ears twitch, whiskers fan, and Sacha lifts her head, briefly raising up on her feet, paws clasped to her chest in thought. Something-- she heard a loud noise. And she didn't like the sound; the echoed in her head of bad thoughts and dreams. Something she didn't want to think about comes back to mind, and the little rat drops back to the ground with some care, before she turns, and starts away from the direction of the noises she'd heard; toward a scrubby bush of wild rose and their bulging rosehips. Reaching it, she plucks a large one down, and carefully pull the petals.
The noises are getting closer, but it's not just that. With it comes... the smell. A faint, bittersweet odor that quickly turns into a choking miasma as the breeze shifts. Whatever it is seems to not much care about personal hygiene, but not only that, it carries the scent of disease. Of despair. Of something... deeper, something that only those with senses beyond the immediate, physical world could detect. It was a scent not just of death, but anger. A burning, charnel scent that makes one recoil. "I know you can See me, too," the voice rumbles again, getting closer to the clearing. Through the trees, a large shape is now visible, bulky and completley unable to be hidden. "/Where./ I want to make this quick. Have a nice chat."
Ears lay back, and the little rat's eyes widen slightly at this stench, this weeking odor that causes her fur to bristle, and makes her think of The Madness her grandfathers sometimes spoke about. The Rage, the bite-driven thing that was said to come from bats, or skunks, or even raccoons, that made an animal forget its brain, and lose all interest in sanity. She swallows shatply at this rank, and the sight of the large, hulking shadow, lumbering, omnipresent in the foreground of her site causes her to stuff the rosehip in her mouth, and then carefully dive into the large spiny bush for the moment, where she attempts to hide for the time being by staying very, very still; her heart pattering in her ears.
"You're... /here!/" The voice suddenly rises in pitch and excitement, and the lumbering shape coalesces into a bear from the shelter of the trees. Not just any bear. A monster of one. Like something had crawled out of a child's scary bedtime story and was lumbering around the forest. "Right... around here." The creature's powerful snout raises to the air and sniffs, and his lips peel back in a snarl, revealing ugly, yellow teeth. Maddened, but focused eyes glare at the clearing as he stalks into it, overturning logs and rocks as he goes, bowling right over bushes. "You don't want to talk? /I/ do. I have plenty of things to say. You had your chance. You all did. I'm here now. And now you have nothing."
Baring her teeth slightly out of fear driven instinct alone, Sacha watches that large, lumbering hulk of darkness as it forms into a bear, a giant monster of a bear, like the ones the Elders sometimes spoke of when talking about The Dark Times. But it had been eons since the Dark Times, when cats had fangs as long as a rat's whole body, when dogs were wild, and Man was less intelligent than the rocks he used for tools to hammer out pitiful knives. And yet this... thing, this large thing, is.. so clearly right out of the Dark Times. Sacha hunkers down, spitting out the rosehip as if leaving the minute weight behind would make her less noticeable, would make her lighter, faster, thinner, should she need to run. Talk? Talk? How can one talk with a beast as this? How can one talk reason with a thing struck by Madness?
"That's it. Stay silent. Pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about. That's all you /ever/ do. All any of you ever did. Ignoring your talents! Couldn't bear to see the /enormity/ of the truth." He chuckles. It's a deep, evil sound like a rock striking the bottom of a chasm. "I know you're here. I know what you know. I just know what it /means/ more. If you were smart, you'd run. Run away and tell all your friends what's coming." He towers up and then smahes into a nearby bush, crushing it easily under his weight. "Death! Death is here and he's not going away!"
At the crashing bush, so near, so close, Sacha nearly jumps and runs; really, she would, except that her mind is at war. Part of her says run, run now, run swift, and fast, and find a hole, a nice, deep hole, something to dig and make deeper. But something else tells her if she runs, she'll be seen, or worse, hunted down. The memory of those horrible dreams recalls itself, and she suddenly finds herself knowing the prophetic essance of the huge shape coming for her; not a cat, not a wolf, but a bear, and one that clearly has The Madness to him. Suddenly, she has to run. Suddenly, she simply just runs; a little darting blot of brown squeaking only once, and then dashing from a bush like any other running creature might, bounding a rat's gate for the woods; which at her size seem so very, very far away.
"Ha ha ha! Stupid little Seer. Come and enjoy your spine being crunched!" The bear can spot Sacha all too easily, as though he were given some kind of paranormal clue. Maybe he was. He leaps, with strength and speed far too great for his disease wracked body. "What do your abilities avail you now? You are so /strong/ in the other world! But here you are still just a small, puny, /thing/ to be crushed under my paws! Come back and I will give you silence!"
"I think not," replies the rat in midst of panting gasps for breath, as she runs. How? How could he know-- speaking of her as a seer makes her ears lay back. What... What is wrong with this beast? Does he know things about her gift that she doesn't? Why does he want to destroy her? What world beyond this could there be? She dashes, in a slightly zig-zagging manner, for the trees, oh, the blessed trees, so far away-- and keeps her eyes open for holes, for gaps in the ground, for nooks, for crannies, places one so small as she could dive down, down, to mother earth, giver of life and taker of one's body.
The bear, meanwhile, is simply rushing in a straight line. He's like a boulder, just rolling down a hill... nothing gets in his way, and if it does, he simply smashes it down under his massive weight. His huge paws thud and pound the ground, and there's little doubt that he could rip up whatever small dirt shelter that Sacha might take shelter in. His gait is almost leisurely. Like he could keep up this chase forever... and he seems to believe he could. "Run, run, as fast as you can. The Sight works both ways, vermin!"
Calling her a vermin is an insult; but it's one she's heard before, given, well, Rats are considered to be vermin no matter who they're talking to unless it's another rat. Squeaking to herself in fright, the wee Sacha attempts to lose the bear by first diving through a hunk of brush, then leaping over a branch of two. She knows, faintly, that this rolling steamengine of a brute isn't going to be stopped by a little thorns.. Or by a bit of dirt.. But those trees. Those trees maybe, if she can find one tall enough, or one with holes about the roots... She keeps running, for the forest, squeaking in hurries pants; wondering, briefly, if a rat's ever died of fright while runnning.
The great bear's size is certainly an impediment to his movements, but it's not one that will stop him entirely. She needs to find somewhere he can't get to, and fast. He heaves his great bulk through the forest, still maintaining, somehow, a straight beeline onto her position. The reverberations of his massive weight crashing down with each pounce is frighteningly close. "I see you. I smell you! I /taste/ you!" he bellows aloud, spittle beginning to drip down from his slavering maw. "Your size will not help. You're as big a target as all the others! I will close your Sight forever! And all the others too!"
Somewhere he can't get to is the problem-- And yet sometimes the spirits provide. It seems to Sacha they have done this now, as, begging them in her mind with every loud thud behind her, she spots a hole up ahead, likely once owned by some creature, be it mole, or ground squirrel, or even skunk; she doesn't care. She doesn't care if it's still inhabited either; more's the help against that /thing/. She squeaks, and then dives down into the earth, down down down, already working on digging, trying to bury herself into the earth, begging and pleading the skies above to strike the great brute down-- or for something bigger than her to come along and distract it.
"A hole. A hole?!" the bear snarls, but sounds amused at the same time. "Is that all you're going to bring against me? Ha ha! Die!" He rears up and crashes back down onto the ground directly above the burrow, trying to collapse it. It works, but only marginally. One large paw laden with massive claws jabs into the earth and tears at it, the bear even lowering his great mouth to bite and tear at any clumps that are particularly stubborn. "Coming... for you! Won't get away!" he roars right into the small tunnel.
Oh, oh this is not good. The ground shaking causes Sacha's eyes to widen, and she jumps ahead, face first into the wall, scrabbling at it, before, panting, she finds herself unable to go anywhere. She turns, facing the hole, ears back, and teeth bared as best she can for a moment, trying to think. That thing, that big, big thing, all upset over little her. Her ears lay back, and for a moment, all she can think is that this is it. Why did she ever leave the farm? ... Because she wanted to see more of the world. Well, she's certainly seeing alot, ain't she. She gulps.. and then decides her only chance now is to just charge, and try to dash out between the large lug's legs-- and so, waiting for a moment when the teeth are not coming in, and the claws are pulling away from a downswing, she charges, begging the spirits above for one, little chance to get away from the jaws that bite and the claws that catch.
The bear's fury is all encompassing. Apparently, to a point that makes him grow less aware about the world around him. As Sacha makes her bid for freedom, the powerful jaws scoop up another mound of dirt, and his paws smash into the earth, his anger directed purely at the hole he's trying to demolish more than spotting the small rat. It takes him a few moments for him to stop, and check his work... just long enough for precious distance to be put between them. He breathes heavily, giant ribs expanding and contracting. "On my soul, Seer, I will find you again," he growls. "I see you. I see you all. Go! Warn the others. Warn them that they no longer have the chance to survive! I'll find you! I'll find you /all/ sooner or later! And I am /not/ the last of my kind!"
Run? Yes. Run run run. That's what she'll do, and that's what she'll keep doing until she either drops dead of fright, or has become sure that there isn't some giant, hulking brute pounding after her-- physically. This? This is going to last in her dreams forever, Sacha fears; and her mind tells her one clamoring truth above all else; she's got to warn someone. Anyone. It doesn't matter who. Start a forest fire of words, and make sure it spreads-- the Madness has come; and it has infected a demonic soul.