10-21-2018, 05:28 PM
<center><div style="width: 550px; text-align: justify;">“Now it’s time for you to run.”
Her legs carry her towards the stream that separates Taiga from her home, the forest. The crisp water cools her burning and aching legs, but Faolin is not allowed to rest very long. Thick fog rolls across the riverbank, and then thickens as it starts reaching for the other river bank. Its approach is sudden enough to make Faolin retreat back into Taiga. Shit, hiding at home is no option any longer.
Running is neither.
When she turns around to see what her options are, an orange and green and blue creature drops from the sky. Not really the sky, as it must have been hiding high up in one of the redwood trees, but it could just as well have appeared out of nothingness. Finally Jack has come out to play, but this definitely is not a game Faolin is willing to play. For a moment she can only watch him, she stands frozen as he slowly approaches, her eyes roaming across its hideous features. What is worse though, is the blue light that seems to illuminate his features from within. It moves slow, though its long legs allows it to cross the distance between them faster than Faolin likes. And yet, she still stands frozen.
A sudden cold gust of air is what snaps the bay woman out of her cryokinetic state. Just in time for her to dodge Jack who’s suddenly coming at her with high speed. The cold air must have startled him too, or perhaps Jack had realized that she wouldn’t be an eager prey after all. He had been faster than her to react, and as she jumps to the left, to skirt around him, the colourful-Christmas-lights-tail of his whip cuts into her right flank, and the unnatural heat of the lights leave nasty burns on her skin. They burn through her coat, blustering skin, which makes Faolin hiss.
The pain is not enough to keep her from galloping away, however, Faolin does not keep her back turned onto the pumpkin monster for long. Collecting herself, and finding that sweet balance spot, she carries herself well enough to make a sharp turn, and slid into a stop. With each breath her sides rise and fall, and her nares are wide as she glares at him with narrowed eyes. Oh yes, she is scared, terrified even, but angry, very angry too. Her ear are back, and teeth bared, and at the same time Faolin stands there trembling. “This.. This is not how you treat a lady, Jack” she snaps at him, and she would’ve continued if he hadn’t swung his whip at her again. This time she has better luck avoiding getting hit, not only jumping towards the right this time, to keep her injured side away from him, but also slightly forward.
Faolin does not turn her back on him this time, but instead rushes forward to exploit the weakness of his weapon. The whip is a medium range weapon, up close it would not be able to hit her in all ferocity, as its strength lies in the end of the cat tail. However, she has not expected the blow from his hand to be that strong, and it is Faolin’s mistake.
As she tries to plant her teeth in his arm – the one holding the whip – it suddenly swings in her way. Instead of avoiding her teeth, which had intendent to rip a chunk out of his arm, so he wouldn’t be able to use his whip as well, he slams his arm right into her face. She recognizes the coppery taste of blood instantly, but she has gotten a big enough hit on the head to temperately stun her. Long enough for Jack to punch her a second time, sending her flying back. “Ouch..” is the airy sound that escapes past her lips as she lands on the ground. A bit dazed Faolin glances up, at Jack standing over her (was it just her imagination, or has he become even bigger?) she is quick to snap out of her haze. Just in time she is up upon her feet and out of the way of the whip coming down, now held by two of Jack’s hands.
“Do you think killing us would help?” she snaps at him, having to pause as she pants for air as her constant evading of his attacks push her to the very end of what her body is capable of giving. “Without us, you have nobody to play with, or talk to.” Her little attempt to convince him to let her go – anybody else gotten mixed up in this mess she doesn’t care about – are spoken to him in between deep breaths and spins and jumps out of the reach of his Christmas-light-cat-tail. It seems to have little to no effect, as Jack simply grins at her, swinging his whip over and over again.
Faolin realises that this is no use. This is a battle she’d never win, unless…
“These games are a flop,” she taunts him, backing away towards Taiga’s redwood forest. “You’re a horrible game master, you should find another job, perhaps you should just stick to being Halloween decoration.” Each jump, turn, and attack lead her to guide him deeper into Taiga.
Somewhere behind her Taiga is on fire. And that fire she could use in her advantage. Oh yes, it would burn and hurt her too, but at least she is not made out of vegetal components, unlike Jack. He’d not stand chance against the hot flames.</div></center>
Her legs carry her towards the stream that separates Taiga from her home, the forest. The crisp water cools her burning and aching legs, but Faolin is not allowed to rest very long. Thick fog rolls across the riverbank, and then thickens as it starts reaching for the other river bank. Its approach is sudden enough to make Faolin retreat back into Taiga. Shit, hiding at home is no option any longer.
Running is neither.
When she turns around to see what her options are, an orange and green and blue creature drops from the sky. Not really the sky, as it must have been hiding high up in one of the redwood trees, but it could just as well have appeared out of nothingness. Finally Jack has come out to play, but this definitely is not a game Faolin is willing to play. For a moment she can only watch him, she stands frozen as he slowly approaches, her eyes roaming across its hideous features. What is worse though, is the blue light that seems to illuminate his features from within. It moves slow, though its long legs allows it to cross the distance between them faster than Faolin likes. And yet, she still stands frozen.
A sudden cold gust of air is what snaps the bay woman out of her cryokinetic state. Just in time for her to dodge Jack who’s suddenly coming at her with high speed. The cold air must have startled him too, or perhaps Jack had realized that she wouldn’t be an eager prey after all. He had been faster than her to react, and as she jumps to the left, to skirt around him, the colourful-Christmas-lights-tail of his whip cuts into her right flank, and the unnatural heat of the lights leave nasty burns on her skin. They burn through her coat, blustering skin, which makes Faolin hiss.
The pain is not enough to keep her from galloping away, however, Faolin does not keep her back turned onto the pumpkin monster for long. Collecting herself, and finding that sweet balance spot, she carries herself well enough to make a sharp turn, and slid into a stop. With each breath her sides rise and fall, and her nares are wide as she glares at him with narrowed eyes. Oh yes, she is scared, terrified even, but angry, very angry too. Her ear are back, and teeth bared, and at the same time Faolin stands there trembling. “This.. This is not how you treat a lady, Jack” she snaps at him, and she would’ve continued if he hadn’t swung his whip at her again. This time she has better luck avoiding getting hit, not only jumping towards the right this time, to keep her injured side away from him, but also slightly forward.
Faolin does not turn her back on him this time, but instead rushes forward to exploit the weakness of his weapon. The whip is a medium range weapon, up close it would not be able to hit her in all ferocity, as its strength lies in the end of the cat tail. However, she has not expected the blow from his hand to be that strong, and it is Faolin’s mistake.
As she tries to plant her teeth in his arm – the one holding the whip – it suddenly swings in her way. Instead of avoiding her teeth, which had intendent to rip a chunk out of his arm, so he wouldn’t be able to use his whip as well, he slams his arm right into her face. She recognizes the coppery taste of blood instantly, but she has gotten a big enough hit on the head to temperately stun her. Long enough for Jack to punch her a second time, sending her flying back. “Ouch..” is the airy sound that escapes past her lips as she lands on the ground. A bit dazed Faolin glances up, at Jack standing over her (was it just her imagination, or has he become even bigger?) she is quick to snap out of her haze. Just in time she is up upon her feet and out of the way of the whip coming down, now held by two of Jack’s hands.
“Do you think killing us would help?” she snaps at him, having to pause as she pants for air as her constant evading of his attacks push her to the very end of what her body is capable of giving. “Without us, you have nobody to play with, or talk to.” Her little attempt to convince him to let her go – anybody else gotten mixed up in this mess she doesn’t care about – are spoken to him in between deep breaths and spins and jumps out of the reach of his Christmas-light-cat-tail. It seems to have little to no effect, as Jack simply grins at her, swinging his whip over and over again.
Faolin realises that this is no use. This is a battle she’d never win, unless…
“These games are a flop,” she taunts him, backing away towards Taiga’s redwood forest. “You’re a horrible game master, you should find another job, perhaps you should just stick to being Halloween decoration.” Each jump, turn, and attack lead her to guide him deeper into Taiga.
Somewhere behind her Taiga is on fire. And that fire she could use in her advantage. Oh yes, it would burn and hurt her too, but at least she is not made out of vegetal components, unlike Jack. He’d not stand chance against the hot flames.</div></center>