Walking on Water (Elise vs Fisher DAY 2)
Oct 15, 2011 21:44:05 GMT -5
Post by Ev on Oct 15, 2011 21:44:05 GMT -5
Narration-19C1C1
Thoughts-128787
Dialect-0000FF
I hear the crackling of the frozen water, spread under my heavy feet. I feel the ripple of the ocean under my footsteps and my heart sinks like an anchor. My body- the ship- drops it's heart into my stomach, the fear of falling through sinking my soul. I wanted Midas, to clutch his arm, his strong, nervous arm. The rucksack thrown over my back, the fox's dead body knocking against the inside pouch, I raise my arms perpendicularly to my shaky body and my feet gently place themselves on the ice sheet.
The sun glares off of the white ice like a laser beam, the shock of the energy blinding my eyes. My blonde hair sways back and forth behind my head like a pendulum, or more like a clock, ticking away. My life, ticking away. My stomach roars with turbulance and menacing thunder, begging for food, the dead fox awaiting its honorable service to feed my hunger. This must be why they call it the Hunger Games. With my eyes widened in precision to focus on my footsteps, I delicately place the flat of my feet in front of me, struggling to find comfort on the fragile ice. "Shit." I let out, my jaw now clenching with anger.
Suddenly, I spot a small dark spot in the distance, calling my name. Naturally, in my dazed and confused, victimized, hungry and thirsty state, I head straight towards it, the Fisher awaiting its first encounter. Of course I don't realize what it is, the menacing muttation, until it is too late. I slip, and my body falls to the ground as my eyes tighten shut and my mouth rises, my teeth clenched in pain and worry. The ice stays solid under my tall body and I open my eyes, staring the menacing beast in the face. It approaches, and I slowly pull my body up, bracing myself for impact.
Suprisingly, it looks at me longingly, as if waiting for me to hand it something, to pet it, or to tell it something. My eyes squint in confusion and my left hand finds its home on the back of my head, pulling on my ponytail out of nervousness. I look around and decide to feed it. Surely if I tried to turn around and run, the thing would either chase after me of I'd fall through the ice. It looked like a narwhal because of it sharp, long horn, but had other features of a wolverine, mainly the teeth. I pictured the small blades puncturing my white flesh and reached my other hand into my rucksack. "Good doggy-fish thing" I say quietly as I extend the fox outward and it starts to get angry. Snarling and biting down on its teeth, I immediately place the fox back in the bag and pull out my dagger. I manage to throw up a hand as the beast barrells towards me.
Attacks Fisher
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Block= 0.0 damage
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