10-28-2025, 05:57 AM
Fyrefox huffed a breath, or at least tried to. Come to me he said.. she wasn't sure weather to believe him or not. Her eyes narrowed, wait could her eyes narrow... if she was a bag of bones how was she even seeing? She shook her head slightly, needing to concentrate on everything around her, this unnatural world, what was happening to her. She ideally wondered if the others were going through the same fate... maybe.
She had no where else to go but towards him. Stepping towards the river weariness turned to suspicion when the river slowed. She was under no illusion that he was making things easier for her. No, this was just another of his tricks. However, she had no other choice but to walk straight into it.
As she start to swam her eyes must be playing tricks on her, because that shore line wasn't getting any closer. She turned her head back to where she had come from. Same distance, so this was yet another trick of his. She was really starting to hate him.
She jerked as she felt something wrap around her forelimb, how she could feel anything was a mystery, but not one she needed to deal with now! No the seaweed wrapped around all for limbs was much more of a concern, causing her to panic and thrash as it tightened until she was was pulled down at a rapid speed.
Her heart, where ever it was, was racing before she realised she wasn't drowning. Of course she wasn't... seemed all these games were meant to scare, not harm. She relaxed, shifting her limbs, watching as the seaweed wrapped round her limbs freely. It was no longer controlling her movements but stuck to her like a second skin, allowing her to take a step forward, and then another as she slowly started walking along the river floor.
It was as if she was a magnet, different plants being attracted to her skeletal form. Brown Kelp covered her legs, green sargassum formed along her top line, joining the patterned diatoms that was coming together to form under her belly and neck, seagrass wrapping around her facial features. Red tipped eel grass where her mane should be and bunched spirulina where he tail was finished off her 'new' look. In truth she wondered what in the sea monster horror stories she actually looked like as she pulled herself up onto the shore. Glaring at the one in front of her, she was just about to speak when the ground beneath her collapsed, pulling her down in darkness.
She groans, blinking eyes open to find herself in a box of some sorts. Feeling groggy she stands, looking around and noticing the same horses who started this journey in similar predicament to herself. She noticed a brand on a few of them, causing her to suddenly turn her head to inspect herself. She seemed back to her normal form an couldn't see a brand on herself. She wasn't foolish enough to think he hadn't done the same to her though, it was just somewhere she couldn't see, a perfect flame red C in a joined circle.
(OOC: Thank you so so much for waiting for me Cassie. So her brand is basically the copywrite symbol lol Bit confused re trait does it have to be related to there river form? I'll message you for more details)
She had no where else to go but towards him. Stepping towards the river weariness turned to suspicion when the river slowed. She was under no illusion that he was making things easier for her. No, this was just another of his tricks. However, she had no other choice but to walk straight into it.
As she start to swam her eyes must be playing tricks on her, because that shore line wasn't getting any closer. She turned her head back to where she had come from. Same distance, so this was yet another trick of his. She was really starting to hate him.
She jerked as she felt something wrap around her forelimb, how she could feel anything was a mystery, but not one she needed to deal with now! No the seaweed wrapped around all for limbs was much more of a concern, causing her to panic and thrash as it tightened until she was was pulled down at a rapid speed.
Her heart, where ever it was, was racing before she realised she wasn't drowning. Of course she wasn't... seemed all these games were meant to scare, not harm. She relaxed, shifting her limbs, watching as the seaweed wrapped round her limbs freely. It was no longer controlling her movements but stuck to her like a second skin, allowing her to take a step forward, and then another as she slowly started walking along the river floor.
It was as if she was a magnet, different plants being attracted to her skeletal form. Brown Kelp covered her legs, green sargassum formed along her top line, joining the patterned diatoms that was coming together to form under her belly and neck, seagrass wrapping around her facial features. Red tipped eel grass where her mane should be and bunched spirulina where he tail was finished off her 'new' look. In truth she wondered what in the sea monster horror stories she actually looked like as she pulled herself up onto the shore. Glaring at the one in front of her, she was just about to speak when the ground beneath her collapsed, pulling her down in darkness.
She groans, blinking eyes open to find herself in a box of some sorts. Feeling groggy she stands, looking around and noticing the same horses who started this journey in similar predicament to herself. She noticed a brand on a few of them, causing her to suddenly turn her head to inspect herself. She seemed back to her normal form an couldn't see a brand on herself. She wasn't foolish enough to think he hadn't done the same to her though, it was just somewhere she couldn't see, a perfect flame red C in a joined circle.
(OOC: Thank you so so much for waiting for me Cassie. So her brand is basically the copywrite symbol lol Bit confused re trait does it have to be related to there river form? I'll message you for more details)