The Moon calls to me...
Username: Melomar
Rp entry:
It was such a beautiful sight. The fog pulled away from the lake leaving snakelike tendrils weaving across the water. It revealed the full moon hanging low over the treetops as if it was weary and needed to roll off to sleep. The ragged trees reached up for it with spindly fingers, to keep it up off the water, and offering to mosh instead. Here was a brief respite from the creepy mist-enshrouded night, just a moment of clarity and beauty that no one was supposed to see. Naturally, someone did happen by at just the right time. Tynkana saw this tableau with a soft gasp, wandering off the wooded path and closer to the lake. She found a convenient log to perch upon and scrambled up the side, boots stirring up the wet scent of moss and rotting wood, which found her nostrils with a flourish. She watched for what seemed like just a few minutes.
But it was long enough for someone else to notice her and hide. Two someones. Twin dark shadows blended in with the rest, in different places, and waited, small triangular ears at attention.
The moonlight shone down upon the catgirl like a spotlight.
This really would be too easy. The injured had been warned by his brother-wolf not to attack people. But he was hungry and desperate for food to heal. He didn't care anymore, he would eat
anything. His stomach growled softly, impatiently.
But it was enough.
Tynkana's sharp hearing caught the sound, and though she could not identify it, she decided it was time to go. Quickly, she slid from the log and back onto the ground.
But the hungry wolf would not let her escape.
Before she could leave, a massive leaden weight knocked her nearly out of her boots. They shot out over more fallen debris, and she landed flat on her back with her legs sprawled over a thin log. A flash of stars greater than the sum of what twinkled in the sky blinked painfully before her eyes. After that all she could see was a black form blotting out the stars. What was holding her down, a boulder? She couldn't even move! Was she going to be raped? But, she had not been murdered outright so maybe she was going to survive this. Along with the scent of
canine, which she absolutely loathed, she smelled blood; the sharp metallic odor filled her nose like a punch to the face.
Over this assailant's shoulder, she could see an approaching form. An accomplice? He looked like... a shirtless hottie bleached out by the moon. But he was a canine. A wolf.
Anything but another canine! Her fur poofed out to its fullest extent. She could not stand canines! They were terrifying! Even her savior-- or whatever he was!-- was terrifying her!
Then with a snarl and a flash of light-colored fur, a heavy impact, and the two forms above her became one. The one holding her down went flying with an even more startling yelp. Black and white and grey, they rolled out of the colorless light and into the depthless dark of the bushes.
Finally, she was able to take a full breath. Her compressed chest lashed with lightning-pain but finally filled with sweet, sweet air. She rolled over to her hands and knees, coughing fiercely. Through tear-warped eyes she saw that the two wolf guys were out of reach, but they probably wouldn't be for long. She climbed out of the wood and brambles then back onto the path.
Don't leave the path. Don't ever leave the path! she screamed in her mind as she tore off through the compacted dirt and conifer needles. After several turns she realized with horror that the path was winding the wrong way. She thought she recognized the plants and small landmarks, but, had she made a wrong turn somewhere? The orphanage should be there up ahead!
She felt a prickling run down her spine that she had learned to listen to. She was not alone. Then she heard the beat of heavy paws upon the path. They sounded like paws, not shoes nor boots. They were barely discernible beyond her terror-stricken breathing. But his voice was clear: "Watch out."
Suddenly, a foot swung out from under her. She shrieked as she went down, needles and pebbles digging into her cheek. Her whole side vibrated with pain from the impact. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the wolves wrestling again. The clawed hand grabbing for her belonged to a husky-marked wolf, and the one on top holding him down was the pale, moon-bleached one. In the dark, though, he looked darker grey or brown. In this murk, either of them could have been bright-purple and she just wouldn't know.
In an effortless-looking wrestling maneuver, the husky-man got the upper hand and flipped the moon-wolf over. Tynkana tried to regain her feet but he grabbed her shoulder and shoved her to the ground. Seeing stars for a second time during this encounter, she saw the wolf's deep-green eyes fill her own and they were not smiling. She could feel his heavy breath on her neck. Then the strangest thing happened. He roared wordlessly in her face and left.
He just left. There one moment and gone the next.
"Are you okay?" The other guy was getting back to his feet but she wasn't about to stick around. She saw a thin beam of moonlight and made a quick dash for the treelline. Wouldn't you know it, there was the Orphanage on the other side. Finally!
The girl faded into the mist and the Orphanage disappeared a moment later while her savior watched and handed the other wolf a quickly-cooling cheeseburger from town.
"Gods, I'm hungry."
"Moron."
"You didn't have to pull my tail."
"Yes, I did."
"Okay, yeah. You did."
"Eat your burgers. I got you fries too."
"Thanks, man."
