Sugar plums and faerie dust
08-01-2018, 01:45 PM
His luck lasted a few minutes more, at the most. Each slender limb brought him closer and closer to safety, although he kept an eye on the creature from where he could see it. During one of these pauses, he could also see the moment the larger creature caught his scent. The movement of the creature's ears against its head. The movement, although slight, sent a pang of alarm through him and one limb eased forwards again, this time faster and with more urgency. Maybe, if he kept going, and kept being careful, he could get away easily. Safety was just a small distance away. If he could make it to the end of the brush, hopefully he could get away before the creature noticed him. Pidge just had to keep moving. He had to. The hissed words made him freeze, heart racing as his eyes widened. The voice was feminine, sure, but it held a tone that reminded him of anything but his mother. This voice had some sort of accent, and, worst of all, it sounded dangerous. He was surprised this creature couldn't hear the beating of his heart. Maybe it could; maybe it was waiting for the right moment to pinpoint just where he was and pounce. While he tried to be optimistic, the fear coursing through his veins was making it hard. Another glance at the creature proved that it had moved, attention turned to where he was at. For a moment or two, his blood froze, heart racing into the uneven rhythm it had gathered once before. One paw moved forwards again, this time less careful, brushing against a plant just slightly. Quickly, he moved back, hoping that the creature wouldn't notice. If it did, he'd barely have time to move before it-she, he corrected himself, found him. New words came from behind him, and, as quickly as the new wave of fear set in, instinct kicked in and replaced any logical thinking Pidge may have had. Long legs pushed him up, brushing against the grass and weeds he had made his hiding place in, and then he moved forwards, pushing himself away without any real thought as to where he was going. A few vague thoughts went through his mind, but all he knew was that he had to get away. Becoming this creature's prey was the last thing he wanted to do. |