Cloaked Are The Demons
10-30-2015, 09:53 PM
She went about her business, whatever it was. Mostly trying to not step in the sticky black stuff that smelled icky. Her small form walked along like a fawn learning how to walk, trying to avoid the splats and puddles of tar as she carefully (for once), walked around. She had neared a small bend, and when she glanced up she heard something scraping on the ground. Ears flattened and eyes widened, the girl watching as a coyote scrabbled against the ground trying to get out of the black pool. Her tail tucked, for once she felt afraid. That poor creature...there wasn't anything she could do! She was too small to help it out, and he was a little too far for her to reach. Her heart pounded against her chest, what could she do?!
"You quite alright miss?" She nearly jumped out of her skin like a surprised cat, whirling around with her fur on end. Wide eyes fell on a male, younger then her but taller then her too. "Oh I...There's someone, we should help it!" She whined as she turned to peer around the bend again. The coyote creature's flailing seemingly growing weaker, his struggles futile against the tar's deadly hold. How did that thick black water stuff manage to do that? It wasn't sand, it wasn't water, it wasn't even lava...what was it? Turning again, the frail maiden looked at the male, a pleading look in her eyes. "Can we try and help?" Little did she know that an unseen nightmare would unfold this day. |
