Future Chaos
08-31-2014, 08:46 AM
Off they went, the pair flying over the plains with the bison so close behind them that Nemesis could hear their labored breathing. It didn't occur to him that he was trespassing; he wasn't even aware that he'd crossed the border. The change from valley to plains was a subtle one, but under normal circumstances the scentmarkers were undeniable; it was nearly impossible to cross into Olympus lands without knowing it. 'Almost' being the key word. If you have a herd of bison hot on your heels you tend to gloss over the little things. The strange girl took the lead and Nemesis fell in line behind her, moving as she moved. When she veered to the side he followed and soon they were safely out of the way. Fatigue overcame him and the boy collapsed into a dusty heap upon the Arcanum soil. Autumn hued crown would roll to the side to allow royal blue eyes to watch the last few stragglers gallop by. Silence fell like the dust around them and in the wake of the herd's cacophony a ringing settled in Nemesis' ears. For several long moments he lay still and quiet save for his harsh breathing, and then suddenly a laugh would fly free of him. "Wooo!" he whooped, flipping onto his back and letting his legs flail heavenward. "Gods above, that was fun!" He rolled completely over so that he was facing the girl who'd ran with him. The boy regarded her with stinging, watery eyes, but his countenance was cheery as he said, "I thought they were going to kill me!" The chase was, perhaps, the most exciting thing that had happened to him since ..well...ever. "Speaking" Thinking |
