superheroes man
09-14-2014, 04:55 PM
AS ALWAYS, LANGUAGE WARNING!! <3
I believe the appropriate response to this is 'holy fuck'. Was the first thing to go through her mind when the wind started to pick up, and the rain started driving into her skin like shattered glass. Muttered curses exploded from her maw sporadically as she picked her way down the slope, though with one particularly asshole-ish gust, she was sent sliding down the now frightfully muddy slope with no remorse from the stones buried beneath the earth as she skidded over them. She was sliding down the incline on her belly, limbs sprawled out all around her helplessly. Dual toned optics flew shut as a tree reared up in front of her, and without a second to spare, she just barely scraped by the huge trunk. Literally. Scraped. A sizable chunk of her pale fur was left behind, from where her flank has been raked by the rough bark. Wincing and cursing with renewed vigor, the woman began to slow in her slipping and sliding across the dirt. Of course, she hadn't anticipated the brambles that came out of nowhere. Directly in front of her.
There wasn't time to stop.
Just like that, she crashed head first into the brush and was buried in the sharp branches up past her elbows. And of course, since life wasn't fair, her forelimbs were completely stuck within the grabby branches as well. Where have I seen this before? Asked the sarcastic voice in her head, referring to her first few moments after returning to Alacritia. It had been stormy that day too, and she'd ended up stuck in an old burrow with her ass sticking straight up in the air. Thankfull, someone had come to her rescue quickly thereafter. Hopefully that would be the case today, because she could hear the thunder roaring above her head and was very nervous. Rain pelted her rear, which was still fallen on the ground, back legs sticking out in either direction and her pristine alabaster plume laid out between them. Bad position to be in during her first heat, that was for sure. However, that wasn't her current worry, even if it should be. She called out for help, her shouts interspersed with colourful curses. Today was just not her day, and the tornado brewing in the clouds wasn't about to wait for her to get her clumsy butt out of the bushes. Shelter would be a good idea, and fast. However, that wouldn't be happening any time soon if she didn't get a little bit of help out of her predicament.
I believe the appropriate response to this is 'holy fuck'. Was the first thing to go through her mind when the wind started to pick up, and the rain started driving into her skin like shattered glass. Muttered curses exploded from her maw sporadically as she picked her way down the slope, though with one particularly asshole-ish gust, she was sent sliding down the now frightfully muddy slope with no remorse from the stones buried beneath the earth as she skidded over them. She was sliding down the incline on her belly, limbs sprawled out all around her helplessly. Dual toned optics flew shut as a tree reared up in front of her, and without a second to spare, she just barely scraped by the huge trunk. Literally. Scraped. A sizable chunk of her pale fur was left behind, from where her flank has been raked by the rough bark. Wincing and cursing with renewed vigor, the woman began to slow in her slipping and sliding across the dirt. Of course, she hadn't anticipated the brambles that came out of nowhere. Directly in front of her.
There wasn't time to stop.
Just like that, she crashed head first into the brush and was buried in the sharp branches up past her elbows. And of course, since life wasn't fair, her forelimbs were completely stuck within the grabby branches as well. Where have I seen this before? Asked the sarcastic voice in her head, referring to her first few moments after returning to Alacritia. It had been stormy that day too, and she'd ended up stuck in an old burrow with her ass sticking straight up in the air. Thankfull, someone had come to her rescue quickly thereafter. Hopefully that would be the case today, because she could hear the thunder roaring above her head and was very nervous. Rain pelted her rear, which was still fallen on the ground, back legs sticking out in either direction and her pristine alabaster plume laid out between them. Bad position to be in during her first heat, that was for sure. However, that wasn't her current worry, even if it should be. She called out for help, her shouts interspersed with colourful curses. Today was just not her day, and the tornado brewing in the clouds wasn't about to wait for her to get her clumsy butt out of the bushes. Shelter would be a good idea, and fast. However, that wouldn't be happening any time soon if she didn't get a little bit of help out of her predicament.