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thechanged2013-10-25 11:28 pm
ironspirit) wrote in thechanged2013-10-25 11:28 pm
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In truth, there is no better place to be | Day 20 | Open
Maybe, just maybe, running off on his own had been a poor choice. The firebrand considers this as he carefully makes his way through the inner gardens, dimming his flames so as not to burn every tree and bush within reach. The darkness feels even more oppressive with only the twin flames burning over his head, but even if burning down the gardens would generate a lot of light, it's still a terrible idea.
It was the first place he thought of, once he noticed the familiar aura of unpleasantness was missing. Maybe Shadow just wandered off for a bit and is perfectly fine. But there's still a murderer lurking about, and it's dangerous to be alone in the dark, and what if something happens to him or he's already in trouble... the more the firebrand thinks about the possibilities, the more anxious he gets. He doesn't want something bad to happen to the raven.
The anxiousness only gets worse the more he searches, though. It's too dark to see more than a few feet past the trees, even with his natural lighting. Is that enough light to be safe? But didn't both of the victims glow, so even if he makes a lot of light he's still at risk? Did the fire make him more at risk??
"Shaaaaadooow!" he calls out into the darkness. When there's still no answer, he quickens his pace, eyeing the trees nervously. "Are you in here?"
Unfortunately for him, he's not eyeing the trees he should be, because in his haste he charges right into one. The sword slams into it and falls onto his back—
He doesn't get up, but he does make his flames a little brighter. Would that make him safer, or just a more obvious target? He isn't sure, but putting his flames out entirely is the last thing he wants to try right now. The sword pulls up his legs, staring nervously into the darkness between the trees.
"... H-hey! Is someone there?" he shouts, trying to sound threatening (even though he's lying totally vulnerable on the ground and his voice is cracking, way to go). "Show yourself! Or... or get lost, 'cause I'm not going down without a fight, you hear me?! I'll cut you to pieces!"
It was the first place he thought of, once he noticed the familiar aura of unpleasantness was missing. Maybe Shadow just wandered off for a bit and is perfectly fine. But there's still a murderer lurking about, and it's dangerous to be alone in the dark, and what if something happens to him or he's already in trouble... the more the firebrand thinks about the possibilities, the more anxious he gets. He doesn't want something bad to happen to the raven.
The anxiousness only gets worse the more he searches, though. It's too dark to see more than a few feet past the trees, even with his natural lighting. Is that enough light to be safe? But didn't both of the victims glow, so even if he makes a lot of light he's still at risk? Did the fire make him more at risk??
"Shaaaaadooow!" he calls out into the darkness. When there's still no answer, he quickens his pace, eyeing the trees nervously. "Are you in here?"
Unfortunately for him, he's not eyeing the trees he should be, because in his haste he charges right into one. The sword slams into it and falls onto his back—
The monstrous bear roars. It towers over him, claws drawn back and dripping with blood. The sword slips out of his hand, too weak to hold onto it, too out of breath to even cry for help, his entire body aching with pain and exhaustion. All he can do is shut his eyes and pray for it to be quick—But it never comes, and he eventually opens his eyes to an empty clearing.
He doesn't get up, but he does make his flames a little brighter. Would that make him safer, or just a more obvious target? He isn't sure, but putting his flames out entirely is the last thing he wants to try right now. The sword pulls up his legs, staring nervously into the darkness between the trees.
"... H-hey! Is someone there?" he shouts, trying to sound threatening (even though he's lying totally vulnerable on the ground and his voice is cracking, way to go). "Show yourself! Or... or get lost, 'cause I'm not going down without a fight, you hear me?! I'll cut you to pieces!"
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What was going on? Those flashes in his head, new memories, this time ones that he didn't understand, but knew that they absolutely terrified him. He sees the flames first, bright lights in the darkness that he can already see fairly well in now.
He frowns. The last thing that he needs is for the garden to be set on fire again, especially when it was still unnaturally dark in the house. "I'm not interested in fighting," the wolf called back, a little exasperated. He wasn't willing to fight right now with the new flashes that had come into his mind so suddenly.
Surely he wasn't alone, right?
"Calm down, we can't go losing our heads with a murderer lurking around," he added after a moment, speaking rather quickly.
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"Where are you?" he called back, his tone still defensive. He couldn't see who was talking to him, and that was enough to keep his nerves taut even if they said they weren't here to fight. And even if they weren't an enemy...
"I saw something," the sword stammered out, still searching the darkness for movement, "A big monster. With claws, and fur, and— and it had to be at least twenty feet tall."