"The one thing I regret about reading is not being able to live the lifes and adventures of the characters. Maybe that's why I want to write; to create a story that somebody else would want to live."- Me
Mythical cratures are allowed. You can join if you find somebody else to join and make the teams even. Or you can wait until somebody dies. You could ask EllyNara. I know she wanted to join earlier.
"The one thing I regret about reading is not being able to live the lifes and adventures of the characters. Maybe that's why I want to write; to create a story that somebody else would want to live."- Me
Sweet, potential new members. You guys should join the dark side *evil grin* No seriously though, some of the bad guys are MIA right now.
Hunter - evil
I followed Roger's scent...that started to mingle with Blighton's.
Fatigue and the loss of blood was catching up to me and instead of gliding through the forest with my usual oh so graceful steps, I found myself trudging along, snapping every twig in site. Lightheadedness also found me. There was really no use masking my presence since surely they knew I was here. Nonetheless, I hoped they would humor me and ignore me as I tried to stealthily climb the nearest tree for a better view.
Roger had a backpack. A backpack stuffed with...cash. I bit back my growl and swung my tail around; he'd have hell to pay later. But it hurt though, knowing another member was going to desert us.
No, not only was he running away from us, he was talking to the enemy. There goes another blow to the ego. Practically harmless in my state (though I couldn't bother getting a bandage), I settled on a branch and proceeded to lick my wounds, keeping my ears open to the bargaining...or blackmail below.
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade
Pffffft, yeah right...fat lot of help sour lemon juice would do. When life also throws me a bag of sugar, then we'll start talking.
Roger waited for 10 minutes, but heard no response from Blighton. He grew more tense as each second passed. He could hear the two sides of his brain arguing over the thought of a conspiracy.
"Lets say that there was a conspiracy. What would having two groups fight to death accomplish?" One voice said. "What if its a distraction for something bigger?" The other replied hastily. "Are you sure we're not just coming up with things to cover up the fact that Roger should've ran when he had the chance?" "Yes, he should've ran when he had the chance. Now he's stuck in something bigger than he could've ever imagined." "A major asskicking because he made the wrong choice?" "No. Well, yes, but what if this is just a part of a plan to take over the world?"
Roger was unconsciously muttering the entire argument under his breath. If it weren't for the fact that he heard a faint noise coming from somewhere, he would've been trapped in his own little world for who knows how long.
"Who's there?" Roger shouted. His eyes darted around, looking for the source of the noise. He needed to find a place to hide. If Blighton found him, others could find him as well. He needed a place to think things through. More importantly, he needed answers so he could shut up those two voices in his head.
"Can't break an omelette without making a few eggs"
Damn. I stayed still for a few minutes, hoping that something else would magically appear, like a mouse, that could be my cover and scapegoat for those loud noises I made.
Though minutes past and Roger was still eyeing the area suspiciously. I sighed and shifts into a human again, suddenly very aware on how painful my wound is. Still though, I wanted to confront Roger as quickly as possible, before I pass out, most preferably, and since Blighton was still hiding somewhere (I must be very weak if I couldn't even sniff him out), I took this chance.
I stepped out into the open and crossed my arms. Cocking my head to one side, I gave a mocking pout and cooed out, "I'm hurt, Roger. Why in the world would you want to leave us?"
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade
Pffffft, yeah right...fat lot of help sour lemon juice would do. When life also throws me a bag of sugar, then we'll start talking.
Roger was surprised that Hunter knew of his plans.
"Wait, How did you know I was abandoning ship?" Roger said. Hunter's guess seemed to accurate to be just that. "I was lying unconscious in my room for, who knows how long, because of the incident with that guy who could turn into a panther. This may sound a bit farfetched, but I think you're just being paranoid".
This of course was a lie.
"Can't break an omelette without making a few eggs"
Oh, awkward, did Roger not have his backpack with him when Hunter spoke to him? I can edit this later is thats so
"Paranoid, am I?" I narrowed my eyes on him and walked a few feet closer, drawing the scent of Jayden's blood on me with him. He really did miss a lot of action, after all. As a...generous leader, I had to share something.
I looked over to the fat backpack Roger was discreetly trying to hide behind him and scoffed.
"So where are you going with so much...stuff in your backpack? It looks an awful lot like cash, our cash, don't you think? Or did you plan to do us all a favor and put it into the bank?" I said sarcastically.
I raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer. When one has been seen talking to the enemy, leaving the base with a mountain of cash without telling anyone, it was awfully suspicious. What was he actually doing?
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade
Pffffft, yeah right...fat lot of help sour lemon juice would do. When life also throws me a bag of sugar, then we'll start talking.
"Cash?" Roger said, doing his best to look suspicious. "I have no idea.." Roger looked at his backpack and saw that he left it unzipped. He cursed under his breath.
"I can explain.." Roger paused for a second, pondering whether to tell the truth or not.
"Bring up the conspiracy" A voice in his head said.
"She'll think you're insane" another voice said.
"This may sound like a stretch," Roger said, "But what if there's a conspiracy going on? Do you remember the purpose of the animal shifters was? I certainly don't. And this whole revolution thing. It all seems like an excuse for everyone to kill each-other for no reason other than a so-called 'betrayal'."
At this point, Roger couldn't tell if that was him speaking, or the paranoia.
"Can't break an omelette without making a few eggs"
"A conspiracy?" I frowned, shifting my weight from one foot to another. Geeze, the pain was really getting to me. Was it just me or did it suddenly get frosty cold?
I sat back down and crossed my legs, resting my elbows on my knees to hide the fact that I wanted to keel over from the pain throbbing through my veins. Pain was good though, that means I still have some time left.
"What do you mean? We started the rebellion for freedom and god knows what other reasons."
I eyed the bag of cash, still wary of the things he was spouting out.
"What are you possibly suggesting?"
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade
Pffffft, yeah right...fat lot of help sour lemon juice would do. When life also throws me a bag of sugar, then we'll start talking.
THAT, is the question I ask myself every single time I post something here because I have no idea whatsoever.
I shifted uncomfortably, not sure of how to respond.
"I dont know...live?" I said pathetically. I squinted at him and noticed he just drew a mole...a really big one that covered half his face in fact...wait, another appeared on his neck...and one on the tree nearby.
Shit. This is a bad sign.
"Roger," I began weakly, "Its getting a bit...chilly outside, shall we go inside to discuss this?"
I rose up, bad idea, and immediately felt lightheaded. I swayed towards what seemed like the base and walked unsteadily towards it.
"But do continue, Roger, I want to hear more."
My vision blurred and I relied on pure instinct to get me a few steps closer.
"Maybe grab some bandages for me too, would you?"
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade
Pffffft, yeah right...fat lot of help sour lemon juice would do. When life also throws me a bag of sugar, then we'll start talking.
I'll grab any opportunity... however, do go on and fight people, will ya? Yeah, if I do ever manage to join... I'll go with turning into a Sydney Funnel Web spider (which means I'll be able to coerce other spiders into helping me out); so I'll probably be a Hunter, definitely evil.
