Spirited Away
06-01-2016, 01:39 AM
The world around her had been so...lonely. Quiet. Desolate. Maddening. She lied on the ice floe, blue eyes staring dead ahead at everything and nothing. She lost track of time, the woman uncertain just for how long she'd been floating along with the currents. Just...going with the flow. Huh...how ironic.. A few times, she'd seen land on this strange journey, but never had she gotten close enough to swim safely to it. So she lied there, on the ice floe that day by day, slowly dwindled beneath her feet. How long until she would be forced to swim? She had done so a few times to catch a fish or two. But they were lucky shots, and often days if not a week or two apart.
With the thought of hunger, her stomach would growl in protest. Causing her to cringe with the hunger pangs. She licked her lips as she slowly rose to her belly, when was the last time she had fresh water? The ice floe she was on only did so much to quench her thirst, but it wasn't enough. She was so tired of living on a piece of ice. She missed her family, and she wished she had been alot more careful before all of this happened.
Sighing, she closed her eyes as she tried to sink back into a slumber that would give her some sort of comfort. A place where she wasn't hungry, or thirsty, or trapped on a piece of ice. Where she was hunting, exploring, living a normal life. Slowly, her head sunk back onto her forepaws as she drifted off. Minutes turned into hours, and the hours turned into the night sky. But still, she would sleep. Unaware of her surroundings, until something went bump in the night.
She startled as the ice floe suddenly lurched forward. Blue eyes opening wide as she looked around. It was night, and all around her was pitch black darkness. Listening, she only heard the sound of the ocean slapping the floe she was on, so surely she hadn't made it to land. Shrugging it off, she attempted to return to sleep before it happened again. Except this time, it was harder. She rose to her paws, heart hammering against her chest as she tried to figure out what was going on. Nearby, what sounded like a water spout pierced the otherwise silent night. That was when her heart pounder faster as the realization set in. She was being hunted by the wolf of the sea.
Una moved to the center of her ice block hoping that if she stayed still and silent, they would lose interest. But of course, she knew better then that. Almost silently, she looked up to find a large black and white head rising slowly from the water, beady black eye met wide blue ones. She knew exactly what they were doing, and it was not good. As it slipped back into the water, minutes went by. Had they lost interest? Did they leave? Did they find something else to eat? A few more minutes, and the woman let go of thy breath she'd been holding, and as soon as she made herself relax, all hell broke loose.
One second, she was clinging to the ice. And next second, she was scrambling to stay on it, and out of the water. They were bumping the ice from beneath, tilting it every which way as they tried to force her off. She would not give in, however. And soon, the sea wolves would realize this. As she clung to one side, one sea creature would jump from the water, crashing down right in front of her and causing the ice floe to break. Her lifeline gone, she tumbled towards the water. Just before hitting it, however, a sea wolf came from beneath, lifting her into the air with its head, jaws opening as itsgiant tongue snaked out to taste her.
With a yelp, she slid down the side of its head, claws scratching the beasts eye on her way down which in turn, made the creature swing its head side to side before crashing back into the water. Before she knew it, she was engulfed by icy sea water. Darkness all around her, her heart pounding in her ears as she struggled back to the surface. The second her head broke the surface, she sucked in a huge breath and immediately began to swim. But she had no idea where she was going, it was too dark to see and the only smell she could pick up was the stench of salt and fear. Her own fear at that.
She paddled in one direction, and as things seemed to settle, another force would break the waves as she was cast up into the air. The force of the headbutt knocked the wind from her lungs, and her eyes squeezed shut as she waited for the upcoming pain. With an agonizingly loud and painful cry, it would come. The sea wolf had caught her left hind leg in its jaws, and she felt the bone break with the force. As it began to shake her for playtime, another came bursting from the water in an attempt to join in on the fun. This was it, wasn't it? The predator became the prey. Was this how her prey felt?
As she began to accept that she would die tonight, the grip on her leg was released as soon as she heard a dull crash and the protesting cries of her captors. She went sailing through the air, the world around her spinning and she couldn't tell which way was up and which way was down. Had one of them gotten too eager and accidentally cost them their meal? It was all she could think until her body slammed onto a somewhat hard surface, rendering her unconscious. She had made it to land, thanks to the orcas whose presence indicated they were hunting seals close to the shore. She lied there in the shallows, her head barely enough on the shore so she wouldn't completely drown, but the rest of her was fired with pain that was beginning to dull with each second. The raggedy looking woman had made it, to some degree.
With the thought of hunger, her stomach would growl in protest. Causing her to cringe with the hunger pangs. She licked her lips as she slowly rose to her belly, when was the last time she had fresh water? The ice floe she was on only did so much to quench her thirst, but it wasn't enough. She was so tired of living on a piece of ice. She missed her family, and she wished she had been alot more careful before all of this happened.
Sighing, she closed her eyes as she tried to sink back into a slumber that would give her some sort of comfort. A place where she wasn't hungry, or thirsty, or trapped on a piece of ice. Where she was hunting, exploring, living a normal life. Slowly, her head sunk back onto her forepaws as she drifted off. Minutes turned into hours, and the hours turned into the night sky. But still, she would sleep. Unaware of her surroundings, until something went bump in the night.
She startled as the ice floe suddenly lurched forward. Blue eyes opening wide as she looked around. It was night, and all around her was pitch black darkness. Listening, she only heard the sound of the ocean slapping the floe she was on, so surely she hadn't made it to land. Shrugging it off, she attempted to return to sleep before it happened again. Except this time, it was harder. She rose to her paws, heart hammering against her chest as she tried to figure out what was going on. Nearby, what sounded like a water spout pierced the otherwise silent night. That was when her heart pounder faster as the realization set in. She was being hunted by the wolf of the sea.
Una moved to the center of her ice block hoping that if she stayed still and silent, they would lose interest. But of course, she knew better then that. Almost silently, she looked up to find a large black and white head rising slowly from the water, beady black eye met wide blue ones. She knew exactly what they were doing, and it was not good. As it slipped back into the water, minutes went by. Had they lost interest? Did they leave? Did they find something else to eat? A few more minutes, and the woman let go of thy breath she'd been holding, and as soon as she made herself relax, all hell broke loose.
One second, she was clinging to the ice. And next second, she was scrambling to stay on it, and out of the water. They were bumping the ice from beneath, tilting it every which way as they tried to force her off. She would not give in, however. And soon, the sea wolves would realize this. As she clung to one side, one sea creature would jump from the water, crashing down right in front of her and causing the ice floe to break. Her lifeline gone, she tumbled towards the water. Just before hitting it, however, a sea wolf came from beneath, lifting her into the air with its head, jaws opening as itsgiant tongue snaked out to taste her.
With a yelp, she slid down the side of its head, claws scratching the beasts eye on her way down which in turn, made the creature swing its head side to side before crashing back into the water. Before she knew it, she was engulfed by icy sea water. Darkness all around her, her heart pounding in her ears as she struggled back to the surface. The second her head broke the surface, she sucked in a huge breath and immediately began to swim. But she had no idea where she was going, it was too dark to see and the only smell she could pick up was the stench of salt and fear. Her own fear at that.
She paddled in one direction, and as things seemed to settle, another force would break the waves as she was cast up into the air. The force of the headbutt knocked the wind from her lungs, and her eyes squeezed shut as she waited for the upcoming pain. With an agonizingly loud and painful cry, it would come. The sea wolf had caught her left hind leg in its jaws, and she felt the bone break with the force. As it began to shake her for playtime, another came bursting from the water in an attempt to join in on the fun. This was it, wasn't it? The predator became the prey. Was this how her prey felt?
As she began to accept that she would die tonight, the grip on her leg was released as soon as she heard a dull crash and the protesting cries of her captors. She went sailing through the air, the world around her spinning and she couldn't tell which way was up and which way was down. Had one of them gotten too eager and accidentally cost them their meal? It was all she could think until her body slammed onto a somewhat hard surface, rendering her unconscious. She had made it to land, thanks to the orcas whose presence indicated they were hunting seals close to the shore. She lied there in the shallows, her head barely enough on the shore so she wouldn't completely drown, but the rest of her was fired with pain that was beginning to dull with each second. The raggedy looking woman had made it, to some degree.