Post by reozragancalun on Mar 2, 2013 13:27:28 GMT -5
A night to remember
A young red haired woman sits peacefully in the plains, it is only among nature that she feels she is truly at ease which is why she has made this journey. Her crimson silken hair falls over half of her face so only one Emerald orb is visible, she wears suitable clothing for a forest journey a netted hat in jungle storm camouflage with a matching long sleeved baggy T-Shirt and pants with sturdy black climbing boots, on her back is a large camping bag with everything she needs within it strapped to her bag is her hammers that never leave her side.
She wipes the beads of sweat off her forehead and takes a large gulp of the cooling waters inside her hip flask before surveying her surroundings, nibbling her full rouged lower lip in thought as she contemplates making a tent for the night, dusk was fast approaching and she had to sleep somewhere before continuing her expedition, the air was dense and there was little chance of the muggy heat lifting so she fanned herself with her small and dainty hand as she wondered where to pitch her tent.
She chose the central point near a babbling brook and started putting her tent up when a blood curdling howl made her blood freeze, sure enough there would be wildlife around but this howl....It was just not natural, she searched wildly for her flashlight and prayed that she would be safe.
That's when she saw it two piercing glowing crimson eyes boring right into her it would seem, these eyes belonged to a large ebony wolf who was alone, her heart hammered in her chest like a caged bird wanting loose and she tasted the irony sensation of sick rising in her throat she had two choices now, fight or flight and neither looked like good options.
That's when she had awoken her forehead moistened with sweat and her eyes wide open as she wondered how she had gotten her tent up so fast let alone how she was now lying awake in her sleeping bag with her camping bag unpacked and the essentials put in a neat and organized manner.
At first she had presumed the encounter to have been a nasty nightmare nothing more, but as she stretched to prepare for the day ahead it was then she saw them, two pin prick marks on her neck just on the right hand side and blood on the pillow of her sleeping bag, she crawled over to the flaps of the tent and slowly opened them. There was nothing there now and it was still pitch black, whoever or whatever had bitten her was long gone now.
A young red haired woman sits peacefully in the plains, it is only among nature that she feels she is truly at ease which is why she has made this journey. Her crimson silken hair falls over half of her face so only one Emerald orb is visible, she wears suitable clothing for a forest journey a netted hat in jungle storm camouflage with a matching long sleeved baggy T-Shirt and pants with sturdy black climbing boots, on her back is a large camping bag with everything she needs within it strapped to her bag is her hammers that never leave her side.
She wipes the beads of sweat off her forehead and takes a large gulp of the cooling waters inside her hip flask before surveying her surroundings, nibbling her full rouged lower lip in thought as she contemplates making a tent for the night, dusk was fast approaching and she had to sleep somewhere before continuing her expedition, the air was dense and there was little chance of the muggy heat lifting so she fanned herself with her small and dainty hand as she wondered where to pitch her tent.
She chose the central point near a babbling brook and started putting her tent up when a blood curdling howl made her blood freeze, sure enough there would be wildlife around but this howl....It was just not natural, she searched wildly for her flashlight and prayed that she would be safe.
That's when she saw it two piercing glowing crimson eyes boring right into her it would seem, these eyes belonged to a large ebony wolf who was alone, her heart hammered in her chest like a caged bird wanting loose and she tasted the irony sensation of sick rising in her throat she had two choices now, fight or flight and neither looked like good options.
That's when she had awoken her forehead moistened with sweat and her eyes wide open as she wondered how she had gotten her tent up so fast let alone how she was now lying awake in her sleeping bag with her camping bag unpacked and the essentials put in a neat and organized manner.
At first she had presumed the encounter to have been a nasty nightmare nothing more, but as she stretched to prepare for the day ahead it was then she saw them, two pin prick marks on her neck just on the right hand side and blood on the pillow of her sleeping bag, she crawled over to the flaps of the tent and slowly opened them. There was nothing there now and it was still pitch black, whoever or whatever had bitten her was long gone now.