09-30-2018, 08:04 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]To anyone else, the thought of going hungry for three days, crashing into a hive, being attacked by a swarm of bees, stumbling over a root in a desperate bid to get away and plummeting off a cliff, landing in stagnant water, and catching a cold as a result would have seemed too absurd to take seriously. It was too absurd to take seriously. No one ever suffered through that many unfortunate events in a row.
Yet for Fleabane, this was actually par for the course.
She was alive, and her limbs were all intact, but that provided little comfort as she trudged onward, keeping ears out for food and trying not to sniffle too loudly. Maybe she'd find an elderly mouse, or a trapped squirrel, or something that just so happened to have worse luck than she did at this particular moment. The stings and bruises dotting her form were uncomfortable, but by now the need to eat (and survive) outweighed the pain.
It was as the mountains came into view, and she internally resigned herself to the likelihood of falling off yet another cliff, that her illness-weakened nose detected the scent of other animals. Quite a few other animals, in fact. Were they friendly, or were they predators?
It wasn't as though she would make a very good snack, sick and malnourished as she was at the moment- in a way, perhaps her bout of bad luck was a blessing in disguise. (Probably not, but she would take what she could get.) The worst they could do was chase her off. Maybe she could even get something to eat before her continuous streak of bad luck struck again and she was forced to flee.
With a sigh, Fleabane came to a stop next to a tree and leaned against it, checking briefly to make sure it wasn't crawling with fire ants. For once, the bark was insect-free. A low chuckle escaped her, but she otherwise said nothing, her eyes watching the horizon for other animals. People didn't usually take kindly to strangers crossing their borders, regardless of how desperate their situation was.
Yet for Fleabane, this was actually par for the course.
She was alive, and her limbs were all intact, but that provided little comfort as she trudged onward, keeping ears out for food and trying not to sniffle too loudly. Maybe she'd find an elderly mouse, or a trapped squirrel, or something that just so happened to have worse luck than she did at this particular moment. The stings and bruises dotting her form were uncomfortable, but by now the need to eat (and survive) outweighed the pain.
It was as the mountains came into view, and she internally resigned herself to the likelihood of falling off yet another cliff, that her illness-weakened nose detected the scent of other animals. Quite a few other animals, in fact. Were they friendly, or were they predators?
It wasn't as though she would make a very good snack, sick and malnourished as she was at the moment- in a way, perhaps her bout of bad luck was a blessing in disguise. (Probably not, but she would take what she could get.) The worst they could do was chase her off. Maybe she could even get something to eat before her continuous streak of bad luck struck again and she was forced to flee.
With a sigh, Fleabane came to a stop next to a tree and leaned against it, checking briefly to make sure it wasn't crawling with fire ants. For once, the bark was insect-free. A low chuckle escaped her, but she otherwise said nothing, her eyes watching the horizon for other animals. People didn't usually take kindly to strangers crossing their borders, regardless of how desperate their situation was.
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo