06-04-2018, 09:38 PM
Birdsong and sounds of creatures creeping through foliage, conversing with one another. The brush of canvas on fur, boxes and jars rattling in her med-bag. Paws on moss on stone. There was a storm brewing, announced by low growling from the clouds that hung thick and grey overhead. Wind pulled rudely at the treetops.
Radeken stopped, eyes and ears alert. Ever since coming back, she had found herself something close to nervous over...well, to her, over stupid shit. Over not being there, or being there too late. Not because of the potential loss of life that would ensue, but because eventually, given enough missteps, they had the power to strip her of her rank. She had already gotten a penalty downgrade and Radeken, paranoid even when she didn’t want to be, couldn’t shake the thought that one of these days someone would keep her from practicing. They wouldn’t. Couldn’t. If they did, you could always leave, anyway. She was in no danger. At least, she didn’t want to feel like she was in any danger.
So she went on a walk to somewhere quiet.
The vine-choked structures loomed tall, mossy pelts seeming to bristle as she crept close. City of Stars. She didn’t see any stars here. Just sad old ruins. Stupid theme. Radeken marched forth with a bitter snort, invading the shell of an old building that groaned from the pre-storm breeze rattling against it’s skeleton. Stone creaked and debris was blown across her path.
Distantly, Radeken recognized that she was in some kind of danger. Something about structural integrity, ancient and crumbling architecture. The knowledge didn’t make her balk, though. Radeken was only ever encouraged by the adrenaline that came in the wake of peril.
Very stupid girls must frequently suffer consequences for their stupidness. That was just a law of nature. And Radeken, though she didn’t know it and wouldn’t believe it if told, was a very stupid girl.
The building trembled like anyone with a lick of sense would know it might, and when it started to cave in on itself, Radeken froze. A wall crumbled and before it could crush her she was moving again, scrambling to the nearest exit, one which was quickly becoming unusable thanks to a mountain of crushed rock. This exit emptied out a generous length off the ground, and when she landed from what was less of a jump and more of a graceless tumble, the crunch was as audible as the pain in her side from muscling pounds of ancient rock out if the wat was agonizing. Bruising, broken leg, Her bag had come loose. Radeken tried to stand only to topple over again. One foreleg was broken, the other too sore to support her weight just yet. Where is my bag. She coughed around old shitty brick dust. Fuck. Even when she did see it, mere pawsteos away, she couldn’t quite will herself to push through the pain and get to it. Fuck, fuck!
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Radeken stopped, eyes and ears alert. Ever since coming back, she had found herself something close to nervous over...well, to her, over stupid shit. Over not being there, or being there too late. Not because of the potential loss of life that would ensue, but because eventually, given enough missteps, they had the power to strip her of her rank. She had already gotten a penalty downgrade and Radeken, paranoid even when she didn’t want to be, couldn’t shake the thought that one of these days someone would keep her from practicing. They wouldn’t. Couldn’t. If they did, you could always leave, anyway. She was in no danger. At least, she didn’t want to feel like she was in any danger.
So she went on a walk to somewhere quiet.
The vine-choked structures loomed tall, mossy pelts seeming to bristle as she crept close. City of Stars. She didn’t see any stars here. Just sad old ruins. Stupid theme. Radeken marched forth with a bitter snort, invading the shell of an old building that groaned from the pre-storm breeze rattling against it’s skeleton. Stone creaked and debris was blown across her path.
Distantly, Radeken recognized that she was in some kind of danger. Something about structural integrity, ancient and crumbling architecture. The knowledge didn’t make her balk, though. Radeken was only ever encouraged by the adrenaline that came in the wake of peril.
Very stupid girls must frequently suffer consequences for their stupidness. That was just a law of nature. And Radeken, though she didn’t know it and wouldn’t believe it if told, was a very stupid girl.
The building trembled like anyone with a lick of sense would know it might, and when it started to cave in on itself, Radeken froze. A wall crumbled and before it could crush her she was moving again, scrambling to the nearest exit, one which was quickly becoming unusable thanks to a mountain of crushed rock. This exit emptied out a generous length off the ground, and when she landed from what was less of a jump and more of a graceless tumble, the crunch was as audible as the pain in her side from muscling pounds of ancient rock out if the wat was agonizing. Bruising, broken leg, Her bag had come loose. Radeken tried to stand only to topple over again. One foreleg was broken, the other too sore to support her weight just yet. Where is my bag. She coughed around old shitty brick dust. Fuck. Even when she did see it, mere pawsteos away, she couldn’t quite will herself to push through the pain and get to it. Fuck, fuck!
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