Tristeza
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jun 1, 2009
Must… run…
“RAAARGH, SOUND THE AL-“
No more octopus guy. Red, I see red all over. Blood. Mine? A little.
The blood and dirt caked mass of white and black hair shifted, feral emerald eyes shining with resolution.
The door… Run. Run.
“She’s getting away! Catch her or I’ll feast on your blood tonight!”
HIM! Must run!! Where? Where? WHERE??? “ARGH!”
The small golden body was thrown violently against the stone wall, the slash of an invisible blade on her back amidst the smaller gashes, some fresh, some old. The vampire cackled, bidding his time. She’d taste the despair of being so close and yet so far.
Breathing… hurts… must run… light! A window!!
“It’s a long way down… Nowhere else to go, so come back and be mine…”
So high… maybe too much? No, it’ll be alright… One… Two…
“What the… STOP HER!”
Three.
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A normal person would have died from such a fall. Yet, although dizzy and aching for more than one reason, the girl rose back up to her feet, her breathing labored, as if a huge weight was pressing against her chest. Just a slight movement of her torso and the weight took on a jagged edge, the sharp jolt of pain almost stealing all the air out of her lungs. She couldn't stop. Not now that she was finally out. Between sweat, blood and the slow jumbling of her senses, the slit pupils caught the bearings she needed to decide where to go next. The forest.
Run. Run like hell. Don't stop, NEVER stop.
With each step, her light body gained an extra measure of weight, gravity pulling down the enormous will that kept the flame alive. Best to die free than live in captivity. Those were her beliefs. The beliefs that, despite the bleeding whip lashes, broken ribs and battered muscles, drove her swiftly into the protection of the woods. However, it was too much. Conscience, like a feather, was slipping away, despite the pushes of the mind. Behind her, far behind, but approaching, the bark of dogs and humanoids alike, thirsty for blood. Her blood. Indeed, so close and yet so far.
Must... keep going... close...
Without a sound, the golden form spilled on the soft herbs of the clearing, her last stop before conscience finally flew away, only the bundle of hair blanketing the naked, wounded form, defenseless and worn out. Her body, mildly athletic, built to endure, seemed to shine under the moonlight, dark golden skin, sprinkled with black cheetah spots on her forearms and forelegs, as well as the cheetah black eye lining and mask and naturally black lips. Between the almost absurdly long white and black wavy locks, one could appreciate her curves, her tasty C, almost D cup chest, all exposed, ripe for the taking. The only item of clothing on her was a blood red, worn out and tattered bandanna tying some of her ankle long strands of hair together. The only item she'd ever managed to keep throughout the years of fleeing and captivity. Awake, Kalu was trully a force to be reckoned with. Now... nearly broken and bent, she was at the mercy of the first passersby.
“RAAARGH, SOUND THE AL-“
No more octopus guy. Red, I see red all over. Blood. Mine? A little.
The blood and dirt caked mass of white and black hair shifted, feral emerald eyes shining with resolution.
The door… Run. Run.
“She’s getting away! Catch her or I’ll feast on your blood tonight!”
HIM! Must run!! Where? Where? WHERE??? “ARGH!”
The small golden body was thrown violently against the stone wall, the slash of an invisible blade on her back amidst the smaller gashes, some fresh, some old. The vampire cackled, bidding his time. She’d taste the despair of being so close and yet so far.
Breathing… hurts… must run… light! A window!!
“It’s a long way down… Nowhere else to go, so come back and be mine…”
So high… maybe too much? No, it’ll be alright… One… Two…
“What the… STOP HER!”
Three.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A normal person would have died from such a fall. Yet, although dizzy and aching for more than one reason, the girl rose back up to her feet, her breathing labored, as if a huge weight was pressing against her chest. Just a slight movement of her torso and the weight took on a jagged edge, the sharp jolt of pain almost stealing all the air out of her lungs. She couldn't stop. Not now that she was finally out. Between sweat, blood and the slow jumbling of her senses, the slit pupils caught the bearings she needed to decide where to go next. The forest.
Run. Run like hell. Don't stop, NEVER stop.
With each step, her light body gained an extra measure of weight, gravity pulling down the enormous will that kept the flame alive. Best to die free than live in captivity. Those were her beliefs. The beliefs that, despite the bleeding whip lashes, broken ribs and battered muscles, drove her swiftly into the protection of the woods. However, it was too much. Conscience, like a feather, was slipping away, despite the pushes of the mind. Behind her, far behind, but approaching, the bark of dogs and humanoids alike, thirsty for blood. Her blood. Indeed, so close and yet so far.
Must... keep going... close...
Without a sound, the golden form spilled on the soft herbs of the clearing, her last stop before conscience finally flew away, only the bundle of hair blanketing the naked, wounded form, defenseless and worn out. Her body, mildly athletic, built to endure, seemed to shine under the moonlight, dark golden skin, sprinkled with black cheetah spots on her forearms and forelegs, as well as the cheetah black eye lining and mask and naturally black lips. Between the almost absurdly long white and black wavy locks, one could appreciate her curves, her tasty C, almost D cup chest, all exposed, ripe for the taking. The only item of clothing on her was a blood red, worn out and tattered bandanna tying some of her ankle long strands of hair together. The only item she'd ever managed to keep throughout the years of fleeing and captivity. Awake, Kalu was trully a force to be reckoned with. Now... nearly broken and bent, she was at the mercy of the first passersby.