10-13-2018, 06:43 PM
<center><div style="width: 550px; text-align: justify;">“You should not keep a lady waiting.”
Though her words had sound teasingly, Faolin’s thread to burn down Taiga had been serious. She could care less about the redwood forest. And its habitants, well yeah, she’d just shrug her shoulder and tell them that Taiga had been declared inhabitable years ago. Their leave is long overdue. As long as Jack comes out to play, all will be well.
But will he come?
The longer the silence stretches, the more impatient she becomes. All of her screams to move, to start pacing, or just to simply walk away from him. Jack is showing to be everything but a gentleman, leaving a lady waiting this long, so why should she even bother? Deep down, Faolin knows the answer, she simply wants to play.
However, what she not wants, is to be kept waiting any longer. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Jackie, you’ve had plenty of chances.” And she is not about to give him yet another one. Almost as if in slow motion she rises her left foreleg, her hoof already nudging the unstable hollowed out pumpkin with its dancing flame. Oh, but hey, is that Jack who she hears?
Delicate ears turn and twist around as her head slowly rises. She hears footsteps, dry leaves crinkling under foots, or hooves, or whatever libs carry him forward, but her eyes have yet to spot him. Anticipation rises, and as the excited – but also nervous – fluttering in her stomach continues, Faolin cannot say she does not enjoy the thrill. Was he really coming? And what would that mean for the contingency of their game?
Little does Faolin know that it isn’t Jack who is approaching, but instead a couple of his mini-me minions. They have, in fact, surrounded her, but a couple are closer than some of the others, but the sight of them is horrendous enough to make her scream.
What she sees isn’t makeup, or put on costumes, the creatures scrambling in her direction are zombies. Faolin might have dressed up as undead, she hasn’t taken the fun, colourful, and bold approach in the style of the day of the death for nothing. To her, that is what Halloween is, to make something scary and horrendous into something fun and flirty. That is what she’d signed up for, not these real creatures that are after her life.
She is on the move before the sound of her scream has died down. As she spins around – the first two zombies are approaching her up front – to bolt, she knocks over the lantern at her feet. The dry leaves don’t need more than the tiniest of flames to catch fire, but Faolin’s panic and fear causes her to not notice. All she is aware of, is that she has to run, far and hard, to get away from one of her greatest fears. However, if she had looked back, she would’ve seen how the two zombies – one equine like, and the other a walking dead pumpkin – had caught fire, and are now burning up as quickly as the dry leaves do.
With most of her attention behind her, and focussed on how to get away, she barely catches the snicker ahead of her in time. A strangled noise comes from her throat as she slides into a full spin, coming from a still speeding gallop. More..? Her heart is beating loudly, and for a moment all she can hear is the rushing of her own blood. Faolin stands frozen until just another zombie enters her view. It drags itself forward, and almost seems to be moving in slow motion, but it also is surprisingly fast. Faster than Faolin likes it to be. Skin droops of its face, as if it has melted of, and shows bone and muscles underneath. Its sharp teeth are rotten, but the horrendous smell does not come just from the open mouth and bared teeth. The whole creature’s body looks and smells like something that has been dead for ages.
I don’t want to die.
What feels like an eternity staring at the approaching zombie – and then she hasn’t even fully taken a look at those who appeared behind this first one – are in fact only a few moments. Thin, but strong legs spin her frame around, agile as ever, and without thinking twice Faolin kicks forward. Only then she sees the glow and bright yellowish light from the fire. Fuck, she mentally curses, but before she can even think of mocking herself, panic takes over. She has well cut off her only path to escape. Or hasn’t she?
The fire is spreading quickly, just as the zombies are fast approaching from behind, and she does not have a whole lot of time to ponder over her options. But still, the fire seems a much better alternative that the zombies. Yes, fire is her natural enemy, but there is nothing worse than the undead creatures stalking towards her from behind. The sea of flames in front of her are spreading quickly, jumping over it would not do her any good, she would land in the middle of the dancing flames. To the right! There, there the flames are not yet connected, not yet, but soon will.
By the time Faolin races through the little opening, there is no opening left. For a moment, the flames lick at her legs, try to get a hold on her, but fail. Oh yes, it hurts, even the shortest contact with the fire is enough to make her skin burn and blister, however, Faolin does not get caught on fire.
That she cannot say for the undead creatures following after her. As she races towards the forest – towards her safe, safe home – she can hear their dying cries behind her.</div></center>
Though her words had sound teasingly, Faolin’s thread to burn down Taiga had been serious. She could care less about the redwood forest. And its habitants, well yeah, she’d just shrug her shoulder and tell them that Taiga had been declared inhabitable years ago. Their leave is long overdue. As long as Jack comes out to play, all will be well.
But will he come?
The longer the silence stretches, the more impatient she becomes. All of her screams to move, to start pacing, or just to simply walk away from him. Jack is showing to be everything but a gentleman, leaving a lady waiting this long, so why should she even bother? Deep down, Faolin knows the answer, she simply wants to play.
However, what she not wants, is to be kept waiting any longer. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Jackie, you’ve had plenty of chances.” And she is not about to give him yet another one. Almost as if in slow motion she rises her left foreleg, her hoof already nudging the unstable hollowed out pumpkin with its dancing flame. Oh, but hey, is that Jack who she hears?
Delicate ears turn and twist around as her head slowly rises. She hears footsteps, dry leaves crinkling under foots, or hooves, or whatever libs carry him forward, but her eyes have yet to spot him. Anticipation rises, and as the excited – but also nervous – fluttering in her stomach continues, Faolin cannot say she does not enjoy the thrill. Was he really coming? And what would that mean for the contingency of their game?
Little does Faolin know that it isn’t Jack who is approaching, but instead a couple of his mini-me minions. They have, in fact, surrounded her, but a couple are closer than some of the others, but the sight of them is horrendous enough to make her scream.
What she sees isn’t makeup, or put on costumes, the creatures scrambling in her direction are zombies. Faolin might have dressed up as undead, she hasn’t taken the fun, colourful, and bold approach in the style of the day of the death for nothing. To her, that is what Halloween is, to make something scary and horrendous into something fun and flirty. That is what she’d signed up for, not these real creatures that are after her life.
She is on the move before the sound of her scream has died down. As she spins around – the first two zombies are approaching her up front – to bolt, she knocks over the lantern at her feet. The dry leaves don’t need more than the tiniest of flames to catch fire, but Faolin’s panic and fear causes her to not notice. All she is aware of, is that she has to run, far and hard, to get away from one of her greatest fears. However, if she had looked back, she would’ve seen how the two zombies – one equine like, and the other a walking dead pumpkin – had caught fire, and are now burning up as quickly as the dry leaves do.
With most of her attention behind her, and focussed on how to get away, she barely catches the snicker ahead of her in time. A strangled noise comes from her throat as she slides into a full spin, coming from a still speeding gallop. More..? Her heart is beating loudly, and for a moment all she can hear is the rushing of her own blood. Faolin stands frozen until just another zombie enters her view. It drags itself forward, and almost seems to be moving in slow motion, but it also is surprisingly fast. Faster than Faolin likes it to be. Skin droops of its face, as if it has melted of, and shows bone and muscles underneath. Its sharp teeth are rotten, but the horrendous smell does not come just from the open mouth and bared teeth. The whole creature’s body looks and smells like something that has been dead for ages.
I don’t want to die.
What feels like an eternity staring at the approaching zombie – and then she hasn’t even fully taken a look at those who appeared behind this first one – are in fact only a few moments. Thin, but strong legs spin her frame around, agile as ever, and without thinking twice Faolin kicks forward. Only then she sees the glow and bright yellowish light from the fire. Fuck, she mentally curses, but before she can even think of mocking herself, panic takes over. She has well cut off her only path to escape. Or hasn’t she?
The fire is spreading quickly, just as the zombies are fast approaching from behind, and she does not have a whole lot of time to ponder over her options. But still, the fire seems a much better alternative that the zombies. Yes, fire is her natural enemy, but there is nothing worse than the undead creatures stalking towards her from behind. The sea of flames in front of her are spreading quickly, jumping over it would not do her any good, she would land in the middle of the dancing flames. To the right! There, there the flames are not yet connected, not yet, but soon will.
By the time Faolin races through the little opening, there is no opening left. For a moment, the flames lick at her legs, try to get a hold on her, but fail. Oh yes, it hurts, even the shortest contact with the fire is enough to make her skin burn and blister, however, Faolin does not get caught on fire.
That she cannot say for the undead creatures following after her. As she races towards the forest – towards her safe, safe home – she can hear their dying cries behind her.</div></center>