Ryn'Dhal
Silver Shroud
(6/20)
Location: Between a Rock and a Sandy Place.
Objective: Resisting going Berzer.......k..... crap....
Warm feelings of comfort flowed through the touch, though were not caused by the touch. The beast was still terrified, horrified even, in it's core, as the man stroked and petted him, attempting to subdue the raging monster deep in it's core. Then.... "Ryn... it's okay. It's me. You're among friends. Everything is going to be okay." The words, cause the beast to endure waves of confusion. Friends!? FRIENDS?! The beast couldn't comprehend that this man, who'd the beast had witness..... no.... Not friends.... The beast battled within itself, one voice crying out that the red-maned man spoke the truth, but that voice was stifled, losing ground swiftly to the confusion fueled rage of the furious beast. No, not friends, not safe. The beast knew better.
Mustering every last ounce of rage, fury, and will, driven by the desire for survival no matter the odds, the beast screeched. Not a roar, not a snarl, but a sound of pure feline terror, as it managed to break the hold the red-maned man held upon him. The sudden flurry of movement kicked sand up all over, inhibiting vision for a very brief moment. The man, and the woman, would see the beast now, several meters away, emitting a snarl, along with a couple of feigned swipes, as if demonstrating it's deadly natural weapons, to try to dissuade their pursuit. It was at this time a ship went screaming over-head. The still small voice, crowded out deep inside the beast stirred. Ja--HE DIED! SHUT UP! RUN! The beast shook it's head, the wonder that oh so briefly took to it's golden eyes was gone, replaced with the fear-fueled rage, as a reinforcing snarl was sent towards the red-maned man and the woman, before turning tail and bolting with all due haste into a nearby set of ruins, what was once, many MANY years ago as a barracks of some sort.
Reaching the entrance of the ruins, it saw the ship land, and people started spilling out. They seemed to be charging in it's direction. Terror gripped the beast once more. No! I don't want to go back to her! No! No more!!! The beast curled it's tail low, before turning to head down into the barracks, heading for the dark, lightless depths of the structure. Its den was in the darkest corner of the lowest level, where it felt the safest. A secret escape route, should the worst occur. The beast was ready to defend itself in these close quarters.... or so it thought.
It heard the shot a split second before it felt the point of the dart penetrate it's flesh. The impact caused the chemical compounds within the dart to eject into it's bloodstream. The piercing pain yielded a loud roar, as the tip of the dart managed to skip off of it's hip-bone. The sound would echo about the structure, before being projected out across the desert. With little to impede the sound, it'd definitely carry. Looking back, the beast would see easily a dozen set of eyes of hunters, of varying races. They were here for their quarry, and found it they did. The chemicals were already having some effect, as the beast would snarl, and attempt to flee. Movements were slightly sluggish, particularly due to the one hip losing a majority of sensation.
Fear washed over the beast anew. She's.... she's coming! She'll kill me!!!!
Location: Between a Rock and a Sandy Place.
Objective: Resisting going Berzer.......k..... crap....
[member="James Justice"] | [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] | [member="Sumiko Tanaka"] | [member="Tempest"] | [member="Elpsis Kallikora"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Kixi Rajki"]
The beast left pressure. Unseen, as if hands were wrapping about it's muscles, compressing, confining, trapping... A low, rumbling snarl was trapped, simply reverberating in its throat, as it was unable to open its maw to project it's ire. The red-maned man kept moving nearer. As the man got within reach, he'd see the terror in those golden eyes. Fear, intense fear. Of him. The feline was terrified.... of Thurion himself. Then the object of said fear touched the beast. The muscles twitched, the flinch quite noticeable against the mans hand. Warm feelings of comfort flowed through the touch, though were not caused by the touch. The beast was still terrified, horrified even, in it's core, as the man stroked and petted him, attempting to subdue the raging monster deep in it's core. Then.... "Ryn... it's okay. It's me. You're among friends. Everything is going to be okay." The words, cause the beast to endure waves of confusion. Friends!? FRIENDS?! The beast couldn't comprehend that this man, who'd the beast had witness..... no.... Not friends.... The beast battled within itself, one voice crying out that the red-maned man spoke the truth, but that voice was stifled, losing ground swiftly to the confusion fueled rage of the furious beast. No, not friends, not safe. The beast knew better.
Mustering every last ounce of rage, fury, and will, driven by the desire for survival no matter the odds, the beast screeched. Not a roar, not a snarl, but a sound of pure feline terror, as it managed to break the hold the red-maned man held upon him. The sudden flurry of movement kicked sand up all over, inhibiting vision for a very brief moment. The man, and the woman, would see the beast now, several meters away, emitting a snarl, along with a couple of feigned swipes, as if demonstrating it's deadly natural weapons, to try to dissuade their pursuit. It was at this time a ship went screaming over-head. The still small voice, crowded out deep inside the beast stirred. Ja--HE DIED! SHUT UP! RUN! The beast shook it's head, the wonder that oh so briefly took to it's golden eyes was gone, replaced with the fear-fueled rage, as a reinforcing snarl was sent towards the red-maned man and the woman, before turning tail and bolting with all due haste into a nearby set of ruins, what was once, many MANY years ago as a barracks of some sort.
Reaching the entrance of the ruins, it saw the ship land, and people started spilling out. They seemed to be charging in it's direction. Terror gripped the beast once more. No! I don't want to go back to her! No! No more!!! The beast curled it's tail low, before turning to head down into the barracks, heading for the dark, lightless depths of the structure. Its den was in the darkest corner of the lowest level, where it felt the safest. A secret escape route, should the worst occur. The beast was ready to defend itself in these close quarters.... or so it thought.
It heard the shot a split second before it felt the point of the dart penetrate it's flesh. The impact caused the chemical compounds within the dart to eject into it's bloodstream. The piercing pain yielded a loud roar, as the tip of the dart managed to skip off of it's hip-bone. The sound would echo about the structure, before being projected out across the desert. With little to impede the sound, it'd definitely carry. Looking back, the beast would see easily a dozen set of eyes of hunters, of varying races. They were here for their quarry, and found it they did. The chemicals were already having some effect, as the beast would snarl, and attempt to flee. Movements were slightly sluggish, particularly due to the one hip losing a majority of sensation.
Fear washed over the beast anew. She's.... she's coming! She'll kill me!!!!