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Sorry it’s been nearly a week, I haven’t been the best keeping up with things outside of school recently.
Emmerich
Sniper stopped Emmerich from going after Rosalind. “You saw how fast that thing ran when he decided to attack us. You’ll never catch up with him, mate. We’ll find another way around and cut him off or somethin’.” He said.
Emmerich nodded, feeling slightly annoyed at himself for his outburst of recklessness. He, Sniper and Huntress searched for their weapons then regrouped to discuss their strategy.
“That creature went that way,” Emmerich said, pointing in its direction. “It may be using Rosalind as a means of leading us into a trap. We could split up and surround the creature, although it may move fast enough to discover and capture us all. Do either of you two have anything that could slow the creature down?”
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Hi, sorry guys, busy week😅😭
Maybe I’ll have the creature bring Rosalind into the maze and my charries can run into yours at some point.
TINDER
Her first instinct was to fly. Falling wasn’t quite so scary when you could simply stop it with a mere flutter of your wings. Unfortunatley for her, the moment said wings kicked in, searing pain shot down the many nerves embedded through her delicate membrane. She was only able to keep herself afloat for a couple seconds before plummeting into the dark hole once again.
Falling wasn’t like flying, and as the breath was stolen from her lungs and her organs hollowed out, Tinder decided she did not like it nearly as much. At least her little flutter had slowed her fall before she landed in a heap. Though she couldn’t say the same for the sea captain of her nightmares. She’d landed on top of him, his face twisted in pain. Tinder scanned him for injuries, telling herself it was to gloat if she found any.
His hazy blue eyes drifted open, taking in her position over him. “You know,” he drawled. “You didn’t have to start an earth quake for an excuse to hold me.”
Her scoff echoed as she pushed away from him, cheeks blazing red. “Hold you in a cell, more like,” she muttered. It would be no less punishment than what his men had done to her Tinder’s first week on his ship. Granted he’d severely penalized the ones who’d mistreated her during the time, but she figured that had to have been a show of force more than any actual concern for her wellbeing.
Korian chuckled, but it was followed by a wince as he pulled himself from the ground. He leaned against an oddly smooth gray wall, covered in roots and dying leaves. The whole area was odd, in fact. She studied it, not sure what to make of the hallway like feel of the space. Rocks, leaves, and clumps of dirt piled from where they’d fallen, but the carved out tunnel seemed otherwise untouched. In the distance, she could see patches of light, assumably where a conopy of leaves was covering an opening.
“Are you all right?” The captain asked, nodding to her.
“Why do you care?” she fired back.
He only gave her a rougish grin. “Well I need to know if my opponent is fit enough for when we fight to the death, of course.”
“I look forward to it,” she replied airily. “Now, why don’t we focus on getting out of here, hm?”
“Of course, love.” He waved a hand. “Lead the way.”
KORIAN
They followed the narrow stone hall towards a break in the shadows, where light was breaking through the foliage above. Unfortunatley for both of them, it seemed that just like the gaping hole they’d come from, the walls were both too high and too smooth to climb up. He glanced sidelong at his companion. “Think you could craft up something of a ladder for us, Tinker?”
He watched her bristle at the old nickname. “Not without proper materials. Our best bet is finding an area less deep. Or some other way out.”
Korian cocked his head to the maze of tunnels and probable dead ends a few leagues ahead of them. “Then looks like we’ll be here a while. We might as well get comforta–”
Before he could finish, a loud rustling assaulted his ears. The frantic snap and crunch of undergrowth sounded from somewhere above them, as if something large and fast were running near the tunnel.
“What–” Tinder started to ask but he didn’t let her. Korian pulled her against him, whipping a hand over her mouth. She fought for a moment, and he was worried she might try to bite him until she suddenly stilled at the sound of another snap, this one much closer. It was followed by a low hiss, unlike any creature he’d heard before.
Korian pulled them back slowly until he and Tinder were pressed against the wall, chests heaving as more rustling and scraping sounded above them. What little light shining through above them dissapeared for a moment before something burst through the gap, raining dust and foliage down on them. Korian froze as his vision cleared and he saw whatever it was that had jumped down into the tunnel maze.
It was a strange white creature with thin, bony limbs and a long serpentine neck. The thing hissed again and he caught sight of something, or someone, clutched between its hands. It looked like a woman, but he didn’t get to see much of her before the creature started stalking off down one of the halls, leaving a trail of leaves and dirt in its wake.
“Any ideas what that was?” Korian breathed against Tinder’s hair as soon as he was sure the thing was out of hearing distance. He released his hold on her, dropping his arms to his sides as she shoved away from him.
“No, I’ve never seen anything like it. This is definitley not the Never Isle.” She looked off the path the creature had taken. “What do you think its going to do to that girl?”
“I don’t know, but lets not wait around to find out.” He examined the tracks before setting down the path. “Come on, that woman needs our help.”
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:Huntress
“Do either of you two have anything that could slow the creature down?”
“We’ve got our guns and our knives,” I said, holding up my weapons. “If we wanna kill the creature, or at least injure it, then we’ll definitely use them on it. If we don’t, we could set up some kind of trap for it. Judging by its size and how it moves, it should be fairly easy to track its path without it noticing. We just have to hope it’s not interested in eating her and just wants a companion like King Kong or something.”
Emmerich looked at my pistol as if it were the first time he’d ever seen one, but didn’t argue.
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
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