Rosaline Bloodthorne (rosaline_bt) wrote in darkenednights,
Rosaline Bloodthorne

What lurks behind you... PT1

Alone again. The serenity of the wilderness consumed the very air around her, leaving her speechless, and more importantly, breathless. The young, lithe figure streaked in and out amongst the tall, overgrown grass and wildflowers, the trees and bushes. The large feline weaved in and out of the maze created by the vegetation, her destination, the top of the low hills that lead to the mountains to the north. She was just out to be out, to be free from the insanity that was running rampant in her home, the ShadowLands.

A sniff here, whisker-twitch there, the soft footfalls of the large paws paused momentarily. Standing completely still, she listened to the continued silence for that single sound that would betray her follower. Where was had just been here. Did it pause as she wait, there it was. Golden flecked eyes scanned the forest floor around her, as well as the area ahead of her. Slowly her head turned, gazing behind her. Indeed, it had finally stopped...must have seen her pause. Cautiously, she continued on, resuming the trot, then upping the stakes a bit. The footfalls quickened, the speed increased, the distance in which her strides took lengthened. A streak of gold in a sea of green, she darted in and around the trees expertly. This was her home, she knew it like the back of her hand. But even the forest caused certain problems for her. Dense vegitation kept her from seeing properly that which expertly tracked her.

Skidding to a stop, she panted as she gazed behind her. The golden pelt melted into a bush, watching, waiting. Something wasn't right. Where were they? Had they given up? Did they somehow get ahead of her? Fangs flashed in annoyance as she growled to nothing in particular. She'd succeeded in leading it away from the Tavern, but to what avail? If caught, what could happen? Doubting her own abilities wasn't her intention, just wondering the possible outcomes. Worst case scenario, she wouldn't be able to best that which even still tracked her. Best case, she escaped, or managed to bring whatever it was down. It seemed fighting would be her best plan of action. Flight hadn't shaken this...whatever it was. She highly doubted that it had given up in following her, that just didn't seem like a feasible idea. She would fight as she knew she needed to. Ivory claws and fangs flashed in the moonlight as she growled, turning her body just enough to launch herself into a tree. Gaining a height advantage might bide her some time at the very least.

It stepped out from the shadows, quite a bit closer than she'd ever expected. The stench from it was almost unbearable. Oozing from this creature...if creature could be a humane way of describing it, was a smell that immediately caused the bile within her stomach to be violently expelled, even in her form. As heightened as her senses were in her present form it was no surprise that she was thusly effected. This didn't go unnoticed by this creature, a hideous grin spreading upon its maw. Shreds of rotting flesh adorned the face, a startling white flash of bone showing through here and there. The shreds weren't just a facial adornment, there were rotting strips of what used to be skin and fat hanging all over the body, bugs and worms crawling in and out of the disgusting mess, as well they probably should. The whole thing looked like something that had been exumed from the grave, and given life...who's to say that wasn't what happened? It was obvious the creature had broken a couple of bones in order to keep up with her, must have hit a tree or two without being able to stop. Even that didn't seem to have any effect upon it, however.

Rosaline recovered from the initial stench of the...thing, and glanced up at it, a new wave of nausea spreading across her body like wildfire. She could see the heart, even in the state of decay that it was in, was still beating, blood seemed to pumping through the looked like something out of one's worst nightmares, not something that could actually be....alive? Organs moved as they normally would, beating, working, even in their severely decomposed states. Rosa shuddered and closed her eyes, trying to regain herself before she could face this being properly. Once her eyes had opened again, she glanced back up to where the creature had been standing. It was at that moment that she realized her biggest mistake. Her first had been to be caught here, unprepared, without Razor, Shattered, or Raven nearby. Her biggest, had been to take her eyes off of her attacker for any length of time. As she helplessly glanced around herself, the desperation apparent on her feline features, she knew she'd broken the biggest, most important rule of fighting. The urge was strong in her, she knew what she needed to do. She needed to gain the advantage once again, if that could even be possible. She needed to flee. With that single thought in mind, she leapt down from her perch in the tree, and dashes off towards Mill Run Ridge. If she was to gain help, it would be from Razor, and if she was to find him, it would be there....

((x-posted to my own journal))
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