Run for Cover (Open)
Feb 8, 2016 7:20:10 GMT
Post by Perih | バアルモン on Feb 8, 2016 7:20:10 GMT
It's not fair...
It's not fair. . .!
But no one ever said life was FAIR.
The rushed sound of pitter-patter claws grappled beneath the Digimon's footing and into the sand; its' grain causing a distressed crunch for each time one claw dug too thick or a grain too wide. One arm flung beneath the tattered silks of his shirt, all the while the other hovered dangerously close to the cracked jewel upon his chest - he had to find somewhere to rest, somewhere to hide - or else he would collapse then and there and that would be it.
The creature that had been in pursuit, not far off in the distance of the collapsed ruin; its' snarls echoing off the crafted rocks of stone. Prolonged jaws (or had it been pincers?) seem to seep from the farthest corner, a glimmering heat of red reflecting from what sun tried to leak from the crack line ceiling. A fatal snort emitting in frustration of its' hunt, and soon to follow, another belching screech that seemed to shake the quicksands within.
Hide.
He could feel it- or at least, however close a digital frame could compare to that of frenzied panic. A sharp turn having curved into a small abandoned room, the smaller Digimon having slammed his back to the doors' arch and swiped a claw over his mouth. Still the other appendage that gripped so tightly to the amulet upon his persons, it threatened to blink out in a moments' notice should he need it.
But that did not promise him a steady retreat.
All he could do was wait, and to be patient.To be l u c k y - although, since when had he ever? The stitched creature having been burdened by Mistress Misfortune for so long, it might have well been his end now.
"Go away... Just go away...!"
It's not fair. . .!
But no one ever said life was FAIR.
The rushed sound of pitter-patter claws grappled beneath the Digimon's footing and into the sand; its' grain causing a distressed crunch for each time one claw dug too thick or a grain too wide. One arm flung beneath the tattered silks of his shirt, all the while the other hovered dangerously close to the cracked jewel upon his chest - he had to find somewhere to rest, somewhere to hide - or else he would collapse then and there and that would be it.
The creature that had been in pursuit, not far off in the distance of the collapsed ruin; its' snarls echoing off the crafted rocks of stone. Prolonged jaws (or had it been pincers?) seem to seep from the farthest corner, a glimmering heat of red reflecting from what sun tried to leak from the crack line ceiling. A fatal snort emitting in frustration of its' hunt, and soon to follow, another belching screech that seemed to shake the quicksands within.
Hide.
He could feel it- or at least, however close a digital frame could compare to that of frenzied panic. A sharp turn having curved into a small abandoned room, the smaller Digimon having slammed his back to the doors' arch and swiped a claw over his mouth. Still the other appendage that gripped so tightly to the amulet upon his persons, it threatened to blink out in a moments' notice should he need it.
But that did not promise him a steady retreat.
All he could do was wait, and to be patient.To be l u c k y - although, since when had he ever? The stitched creature having been burdened by Mistress Misfortune for so long, it might have well been his end now.
"Go away... Just go away...!"
