T̷h̷e̸ ̵G̶a̴m̸e̵ - A VR Role-play

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Jack felt warm.
No, hot. Way too hot.
He cracked open his eyes. Yeah, the ceiling of his room definitely wasn’t that color.
Am I.. on the couch? Jack squinted at the endless expanse of sky blue. It took way too many seconds before he realized that the living room ceiling wasn’t that color, either.
Jack’s eyes shot open. He was fully awake now. He sat up, then quickly hopped to his feet.
“What the...”
He gazed around himself, moving his body in a slow circle as he did so. His heart sped up, his mouth slowly opening as he tried to comprehend his sudden new location, brows furrowing in confusion. A sea of white-yellow sand surrounded him. It was so blindingly bright that his eyes started to water. He closed his eyes, then slowly opened them again to squint at the landscape. Now that he was a bit more used to it, he could see the gentle rise and fall of various dunes. In the distance, there was even a cactus. Wow. The sky above, meanwhile, was cloudless, the glaring sun as helpful to him as the sand.
Actually, the sun was much worse. Having a grasp on his setting had finally allowed Jack to notice again how uncomfortably hot he was.
Why did it have to be the desert? He inwardly moaned.
“What the hell did I do last night?” Jack muttered out loud, both to assure himself that this was real and to break the silence that permeated the dry air. His voice creaked with uncertainty. His breath whistled in and out, the searing air making his throat ache.
I didn’t do anything.. I went to bed early. Am I......? Jack rubbed his face.
No. He thought, dismissing the previous notion.
Okay, then what is this?? Where is this?!
Jack’s eye twitched as he blinked rapidly. Ok, ok.. I have to... He gazed around himself again, squinting harder than ever. Looking desperately for any semblance of anything human made.
There, in the distance, was a faint bluish tinge to the expanse. It almost looked like.. a body of water?
Wait, that’s probably.. what’s it called?.. a mirage. Yeah. That’s what happens in movies. He rubbed his eyes, unconsciously mirroring the fictional characters on tv. He could already feel a thin sheen of hot sweat on his back. It would soon be much, much worse. He sighed, then looked back at the apparent mirage. Something about it was bugging him, but not in the obvious way... it almost seemed like he couldn’t see very far. Like playing minecraft with a low render distance. Though, for all he knew, that was a normal thing with deserts. He’d never actually been in a desert before, so that was entirely possible. The heat rising from the sands was distorting the landscape enough that there was no way to be sure. Still, it was odd.
You know what, I gotta..
Jack stepped forward. His foot hit something that was not sand. He looked down. A bag, which he didn’t remember being in the way of foot before, sat on the sand as if it had been there since the dawn of time. He picked it up slowly and stuck his hand in, his eyes searching the landscape as he did so. A smooth, metallic-feeling package, some sort of food bar.. his fingers traveled their way to- a bottle? He brought the bottle out to stare at it. Oh. Just water. A moment later, he made a face. What was I hoping for? Gatorade? I’m in a freaking desert, water is great. Shoving it back in, he felt his fingers once more brush the food bar. He brought it out, but barely glanced at it as his gaze was once more pulled into the distance, pondering his next move. His fingers started subconsciously messing with the wrapping, picking and tearing the edges of the smooth plastic until the bar was almost free from its binding. Abruptly, his hands froze.
Jack’s eyes widened with excitement, then he winced as the sun got into them, then he went and picked up-
A SWORD!

Jack inspected the sword, savoring the feeling of holding it. He pocketed the food bar, his unknown surroundings temporarily pushed out of his mind as he stared at the blade.
“Dope.” Jack muttered reverently, slowly brushing his fingers along the weapon. It was a kiem sword, just like the rusty one that had been hanging in a glass case at his grandpa’s house. He hadn’t seen that thing in seven years, and had never gotten to hold it, but he always wanted to. He still sometimes ran around whacking things with a stick, idly imaging it as the once-majestic kiem sword.
Despite the panicked fear at the edge of his mind, he couldn’t help but be proud to finally wield the blade. After another moment of staring at it, he inspected the sand again and noticed a scabbard, a tough but flexible piece of string-like leather trailing off of it. He tied the leather around his waist and sheathed the blade, which was about 2ft long, and marveled for a second at the mottled brown and gold ivory handle.
Jack started off again, heading somewhere between the ‘mirage’ and the direction that he had spotted the cactus. He went that way for no other reason than that was the first direction that had popped into his mind. He half stepped, half slid down the gentle slope of the dune he had appeared on.
Jack was looking at his feet, not wanting to eat a mouthful of sand. When he looked up, he froze again.
This time, it wasn’t because of a dope sword.
A figure, shrouded in dark brown rags, was standing on the next dune. He could’ve sworn it wasn’t there before.
And the figure was staring right at him.
“Uh- hello?” Jack called, his voice creaking. His heart started to race faster as he squinted as hard as possible to try and get a gauge on what the figure looked like under their hood.
Jack took a step back. He couldn’t be sure that it wasn’t just the shade of the rags and the distortions of the rising heat, but the figure seemed to have no discernible facial features. It almost seemed as if its face was just a shadow.
The figure stepped forward.
“Uhhhhh-”
Jack backed away rapidly, almost tripping on his own feet and the sliding sand. “Hey, I just appeared here, I’m sorry if-”
The figure started going moving quicker. Jack turned and started to run as fast as he could over the shifting sands, his heart racing much faster than his feet could.
Frick, frick, frick-
Jack stumbled, then looked up once again-
“AHHH!” He shrieked, flinching backwards. The figure was right in front of him.
And it definitely did not have a face.
The creature’s face was just a blank void, dark as black hole. Despite the sun right on its face, nothing permeated the void. It seemed to suck the light right into it.
In something between reflex and terror, Jack grabbed shakily at his kiem sword, dragging it out of the scabbard clumsily. He held it out in front of him, two hands on the smooth hilt, despite the fact that it was probably a one-handed sword.
“Get back!” Jack said, his voice surprisingly less shaky than he felt.
The creature stepped forward, raising one of its dark-as-void hands, rags falling away to reveal shadowy claws.
Jack waved the sword wildly at the creature, but it leaned almost casually to the side, the sword passing through thin air. It reached towards him again, and as the clawed hand got closer, Jack felt the very air become colder, his breath exhaling mist. He sliced the sword towards the creature’s head, but its form seemed to shimmer right before the sword cut through it, leaving it unharmed. The hand crept ever closer. The air seemed to be freezing in Jack’s throat, and he gasped, trying to get more oxygen. The coldness felt like it was all too quickly choking him.
In a last desperate move, he thrust his sword forward, towards the rag-covered abdomen of the creature. Despite the fact that he was rapidly weakening, he was able to muster enough power to lung forward and stab the sword through the creature, the blade’s tip protruding out of its back.
Jack let go, falling to his knees, arms dropping uselessly to his sides. The creature stood there for a moment, still as ever, sword sticking out of it like a weird kebab.
It abruptly dissipated into a small cloud of black smoke.
Jack stared at the smoke blankly. He picked up his sword, fingers trembling. He felt numb, his limbs weak and uncooperative, and strangely.. cold.
What.. Jack breathed out a shaky breath, the air hot and blistering once again, ...what did it do to me?

 

[Yowza Wowza]

(Ooh dope, lemme yeet Aros in Tem's direction to dispose of dem jackals)

Endless trees. It just seemed like a vast sea of trees, a far cry from the city's ocean of buildings.
Aros did his best to step lightly, taking every chance he could to only step on the patches of moss-- But they were sometimes few and far between, so that didn't happen every time, causing him to create crunching sounds with many falling footsteps.
His throat felt constricted, lungs under pressure and stomach knotted up from nerves; his sly eyes flickered back and forth, hypersensitive to every movement, inspecting every shadow. Occasionally, birds would glide down nearby, catching his attention-- And he noticed that when they flew they almost seemed... Too slow, lagging in flight. He shook his head, glancing over his shoulder before focusing back on the path ahead of him, his left hand reaching out and dragging across the bark of the massive trees as he passed by them.
He also donated a good bit on his concentration on sounds, but he hadn't made out anything that sounded threatening yet. Mostly the rustling of leaves, birds caroling their soft hymns of nature, the winds whistling through the trees' trunks, and--
Jackals?
He vaguely remembered hearing them while he was in the cave before they quieted down, but now they were definitely much closer to him-- Seemingly simply on the other side of a rocky outcropping-- Their howls more yippish and excited, as though they had found prey.
Aros slunk forward, slinking into the shadows and flattening himself against the rocks, gritting his teeth. He needed to keep moving forward to escape this accursed forest, but he wasn't about to walk right into a jackal-fest.
A grin slid over his face.
It wasn't a horrible time to perform some safe reconnaissance with his rare expertise.
He raised his hands, one dangling over the other, his fingers strained and outstretched towards each other. Green slits of light began sparking between his fingers, intertwining with his hands and sizzling with energy.
A wispy form shot away from him, slowly materializing to look like a spitting image of himself, not different in the slightest fashion. His eyes sparkled, staring down himself; before his mind splintered, entering into his aberration to claim it as his prominent palace of cognitive thoughts, leaving his actually body with enough conscience to mirror blurry peripheral vision-- He could tell and vaguely make out where that body was, what was happening to it, and move it with a little extra bout of clumsiness.
Aros's allusion form moved swiftly over the outcropping, skipping from boulder to boulder, whereas his actual body moved more sluggishly, creeping around the rocks, but very effectively staying out of the sight of the jackals-- And whatever it was that they had seemingly confined to a massive fir tree.
Allusion-Aros skipped forward, eyes darting up the tree, immediately realizing the thing they had treed was a person, to be exact, a person with cat features.
He moaned, realizing he definitely couldn't just leave them, imagining his mother's disappointed face at him running away from the situation.
So, he stopped directly behind the snarling jackals, a smirk spreading over his face. "'Ey, idiots!"
As the creatures whipped around, his mind regressed back into his body, leaving the fake him to distract the canines, and returning his focus to his body with the dagger-- Of which he began fumbling with the sheath of before finally removing the weapon and peeking around the boulders, just enough to get a good line of sight.
The animals weren't too far away, and based on the last time he practiced with his adoptive father, he also wasn't too bad of a throw.
He positioned the dagger in his hand, before hurtling the weapon.
He actually didn't expect it to hit, but it did, connecting directly with the animals upper neck, making it fall over flailing. Its companion seemed to stall, indecisive about its next move towards its utmost survival, before spinning around and fleeing into some brush.
He heaved a sigh of relief, glad to not have to kill another one, but felt callous to the one he did-- Having had to help his adoptive family put down sick animals before, and he simply told himself the creature most've been mad to attack the person in the tree in the first place.
Shaking his head, he slid back further into the shadows to stay out of the small cat-person's sight, his sight transferring over to his allusion form, looking up at the other person quizzically, and spreading his arms away from his body slightly. "Hey there, I guess. You good, man?" He called cautiously, watching them intensely, suddenly highly suspicious of this person-- Knowing they could be anyone, possibly even involved in why he was in the forest in the first place.

Completely absorbed in flicking their butterfly knife around in one hand during all the action that was taking place just below them, Tem showed little interest in the fact that someone had scared off the jackals and the person had now revealed themself to them.

About time those dumb dogs went away.

Though when they heard the word ‘man’ they catapulted themself down from the branch and onto the ghostly looking individual with a scar across their face, knocking them to the ground. Even for Tem’s small size, they still held an impressive amount of weight as they kept them down in a crouching position on the persons chest. The spite was clear in Tem’s golden eyes as they stared into the russet browns of Aro’s.

“Don’t call me ‘man’ I prefer ‘the abomination that causes desolation’ or occasionally— Tem.”

Unable to keep up the serious, angsty charade, Tem broke into a toothy grin, their whole demeanor melting into one more playful and chill.

“Thanks for the assistance” they snorted, hopping off their poor victim and stepping to the side to offer them hand as their tail waved gently.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Cassie walked for what felt like hours, her knees were weak and her feet were painful, her skin was red as red could be. She groaned and stumbled a bit further, then she saw an oasis. A small blue drop of hope. She almost cried and ran ahead finding every scrap of energy she had left and ran towards the water, she flung her bow and her quiver of arrows onto the sand along with her backpack. She waded into the water up to her knees and then sat down slowly on the sand, she sighed enjoying the feel of the water on her feet. That’s when it happened, the water began to change colour, she quickly dragged herself backwards fumbling for her bow and quiver of arrows. The water went a deep crimson red before it began to bubble, she grabbed her backpack and then scrambled backwards. She paled as some sort of monster emerged it lunged out of the water, she loaded her weapon and then pulled the bow string breathing shakily she shot, it was a good shot too, it plunged into the animal, it killed it almost instantly and it collapsed onto the shore. Knowing she couldn’t risk loosing her arrows she ran over and pulled it out, she placed it back into her quiver and got walking.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Lucky for her the orange in her hair was beginning to fade, she ran past before skidding to a stop, “is it coming?” She puffed

Evan’s eyes were stricken with fear as he quickly faced her “What’s coming?” he shouted, bringing his baseball bat closer to his chest in both hands.

Following Evan’s words were the boisterous sounds of galloping feet that made the ground tremble, nearly making Evan fall to his knees from the extreme conditions. That’s when the rhino appeared in all its brilliance, charging straight for the girl that dared to harm it.

“YEAH. YEAH IT’S DEFINITELY COMING.” he exclaimed, pivoting his feet and taking off after the girl to avoid being torn down by the rhino from being directly in its path.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Evan’s eyes were stricken with fear as he quickly faced her “What’s coming?” he shouted, bringing his baseball bat closer to his chest in both hands.

Following Evan’s words were the boisterous sounds of galloping feet that made the ground tremble, nearly making Evan fall to his knees from the extreme conditions. That’s when the rhino appeared in all its brilliance, charging straight for the girl that dared to harm it.

“YEAH. YEAH IT’S DEFINITELY COMING.” he exclaimed, pivoting his feet and taking off after the girl to avoid being torn down by the rhino from being directly in its path.

She sprinted ahead spying a tree which had plenty of handholds for her to climb up, she scrambled up it turning around “give me your hand” she said holding it out for him to grab

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Jack inspected the sword, savoring the feeling of holding it. He pocketed the food bar, his unknown surroundings temporarily pushed out of his mind as he stared at the blade.
“Dope.” Jack muttered reverently, slowly brushing his fingers along the weapon. It was a kiem sword, just like the rusty one that had been hanging in a glass case at his grandpa’s house. He hadn’t seen that thing in seven years, and had never gotten to hold it, but he always wanted to. He still sometimes ran around whacking things with a stick, idly imaging it as the once-majestic kiem sword.
Despite the panicked fear at the edge of his mind, he couldn’t help but be proud to finally wield the blade. After another moment of staring at it, he inspected the sand again and noticed a scabbard, a tough but flexible piece of string-like leather trailing off of it. He tied the leather around his waist and sheathed the blade, which was about 2ft long, and marveled for a second at the mottled brown and gold ivory handle.
Jack started off again, heading somewhere between the ‘mirage’ and the direction that he had spotted the cactus. He went that way for no other reason than that was the first direction that had popped into his mind. He half stepped, half slid down the gentle slope of the dune he had appeared on.
Jack was looking at his feet, not wanting to eat a mouthful of sand. When he looked up, he froze again.
This time, it wasn’t because of a dope sword.
A figure, shrouded in dark brown rags, was standing on the next dune. He could’ve sworn it wasn’t there before.
And the figure was staring right at him.
“Uh- hello?” Jack called, his voice creaking. His heart started to race faster as he squinted as hard as possible to try and get a gauge on what the figure looked like under their hood.
Jack took a step back. He couldn’t be sure that it wasn’t just the shade of the rags and the distortions of the rising heat, but the figure seemed to have no discernible facial features. It almost seemed as if its face was just a shadow.
The figure stepped forward.
“Uhhhhh-”
Jack backed away rapidly, almost tripping on his own feet and the sliding sand. “Hey, I just appeared here, I’m sorry if-”
The figure started going moving quicker. Jack turned and started to run as fast as he could over the shifting sands, his heart racing much faster than his feet could.
Frick, frick, frick-
Jack stumbled, then looked up once again-
“AHHH!” He shrieked, flinching backwards. The figure was right in front of him.
And it definitely did not have a face.
The creature’s face was just a blank void, dark as black hole. Despite the sun right on its face, nothing permeated the void. It seemed to suck the light right into it.
In something between reflex and terror, Jack grabbed shakily at his kiem sword, dragging it out of the scabbard clumsily. He held it out in front of him two hands on the smooth hilt, despite the fact that it was probably a one-handed sword.
“Get back!” Jack said, his voice surprisingly less shaky than he felt.
The creature stepped forward, raising one of its dark-as-void hands, rags falling away to reveal shadowy claws.
Jack waved the sword wildly at the creature, but it leaned almost casually to the side, the sword passing through thin air. It reached towards him again, and as the clawed hand got closer, Jack felt the very air become colder, his breath exhaling mist. He sliced the sword towards the creature’s head, but its form seemed to shimmer right before the sword cut through it, leaving it unharmed. The hand crept ever closer. The air seemed to be freezing in Jack’s throat, and he gasped, trying to get more oxygen. In a last desperate move, he thrust his sword forward, right into the rag-covered abdomen of the creature. Despite the fact that he felt like he was quickly weakening, he was able to muster enough power to lung forward and stab the sword through the creature, the blade’s tip coming out of its back.
Jack let go, falling to his knees. The creature stood there for a moment, still as ever. It abruptly dissipated into a small cloud of black smoke. Jack stared at it numbly. He picked up his sword, fingers trembling. He felt numb, his limbs weak and uncooperative, and strangely.. cold.
What.. Jack breathed out a shaky breath, the air hot and blistering once again, ...what did it do to me?

Phaedra didn't remember much, honestly.
However.
She did remember that she did not fall asleep in a desert.

She sat up quickly, vision momentarily plagued by darkness from getting up too quickly.
The air was hot and sticky, her skin on fire beneath her sweatshirt. Trembling fingers quickly unzipped it, pulling it off as fast as possible. She stood, bare feet, aching from the heat of the sand.
Where am I? I don't understand...
There was no logical explanation for this. It wasn't like she had just forgotten she was hiking and passed out— for one, she didn't leave near a desert, and for two, she was wearing night clothes.

Glancing around her, a bag laying halfway in the sand caught her eye. Curiously, she grabbed it, staring into its depths. Water.
She didn't think of the consequences, she just needed water. She abandoned the pack, letting it fall into the sand. The water was cold and lovely, and so so refreshing against the heat of the air.

Closing the bottle, she winced. That was dumb, Faye... drinking a random bottle of water in the middle of the desert...
Either way, it tasted normal. She picked up the bag against, and stuffed the bottle inside.
And beside where the bag had been... was a sword.

Throwing the pack over her shoulder, she hesitantly picked the sword up out of the sand, unsheathing it. The blade was long and silver, the hilt dark gray and black. Her brows narrowed, studying the blade, until a shriek pierced the air.

Immediately sheathing the sword, she darted across the sand as quickly as she could. She slid clumsily down a dune, trying to keep her balance, when she caught sight of a boy kneeling in the sand. He must've been the one that screamed...

She had no fear of who the boy might be or if he was any sort of danger in the desolate desert, only fear that he might be hurt.
"Are you alright?!" She knelt in front of him, chest heaving from how difficult it was to run in the sand. Abandoning her sword beside her, she looked him up and down quickly, ears pinned flat against her head. "Are you hurt?"

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Phaedra didn't remember much, honestly.
However.
She did remember that she did not fall asleep in a desert.

She sat up quickly, vision momentarily plagued by darkness from getting up too quickly.
The air was hot and sticky, her skin on fire beneath her sweatshirt. Trembling fingers quickly unzipped it, pulling it off as fast as possible. She stood, bare feet, aching from the heat of the sand.
Where am I? I don't understand...
There was no logical explanation for this. It wasn't like she had just forgotten she was hiking and passed out— for one, she didn't leave near a desert, and for two, she was wearing night clothes.

Glancing around her, a bag laying halfway in the sand caught her eye. Curiously, she grabbed it, staring into its depths. Water.
She didn't think of the consequences, she just needed water. She abandoned the pack, letting it fall into the sand. The water was cold and lovely, and so so refreshing against the heat of the air.

Closing the bottle, she winced. That was dumb, Faye... drinking a random bottle of water in the middle of the desert...
Either way, it tasted normal. She picked up the bag against, and stuffed the bottle inside.
And beside where the bag had been... was a sword.

Throwing the pack over her shoulder, she hesitantly picked the sword up out of the sand, unsheathing it. The blade was long and silver, the hilt dark gray and black. Her brows narrowed, studying the blade, until a shriek pierced the air.

Immediately sheathing the sword, she darted across the sand as quickly as she could. She slid clumsily down a dune, trying to keep her balance, when she caught sight of a boy kneeling in the sand. He must've been the one that screamed...

She had no fear of who the boy might be or if he was any sort of danger in the desolate desert, only fear that he might be hurt.
"Are you alright?!" She knelt in front of him, chest heaving from how difficult it was to run in the sand. Abandoning her sword beside her, she looked him up and down quickly, ears pinned flat against her head. "Are you hurt?"

Jack’s head shot up. He would’ve taken a step back if he was standing, but unfortunately he was not. Normally someone, even with.. rabbit ears? wouldn’t make him nervous. But, after his possibly near death experience, he couldn’t stop his breath quickening at the appearance of another being.
“Uh.. uh, I don’t think so.” Jack said, voice strangely hoarse. With more effort than it should’ve taken, he stumbled to his feet. “You aren’t gonna eat me, right?” He asked, hand straying near his scabbard, which was empty of its sword.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

.....
Quiet...?

Sunlight danced across the moorland, casting long shadows from the few looming tree. Wind whistled softly through the dead grass, prancing over to a sleeping form and tickling their face. The creature did not move until several moments later, a crow's raucous screaming startling him.

They sat up abruptly, grass crunching beneath his hands as he leaned back against them. Xe shook his head, a small stick and grass falling free of xyr antlers and landing in his lap. What the hell..?

It was both painfully loud and quiet at the same moment. The wind had stopped, like it had just been dropped from a height and fell still. The crows were silent now. But xyr heartbeat was like thunder in their ears, and their breath was far too loud.
It was too silent. Too calm.

...
It was a hard calm.
Like the chaos couldn't be stopped.
...

Theodore slowly stood, vision plagued by blurriness, until his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the moorland.
He would take it for a dream. Surely, it must be. There was a thin tear in the reality of it all, in the way that the birds nearly glitched in the sky, in the way that he was completely full when they knew they had gone to bed hungry the previous night.
...but if it was a dream, why could xe feel the dampness of the ground on xyr clothes? Why could they feel a persistent ache in their neck from sleeping wrong?
None of it made sense.

A bag lay abandoned at his feet. Since when has that been there?
They were sure it wasn't a few moments ago.
Theo picked it up, flipping the pack open and staring into the contents inside. A bottle with what appeared to be water. A package that was marked clearly as food. And a small tin, that he immediately dropped back into the bag upon smelling it.
Xe swung the pack over xyr shoulder, and just as they were about to inspect their surroundings, a glinting object in the grass caught his eye.

A dagger.
He lifted it, the silver blade glinting in the sunlight. The hilt was golden, black engravings weaving intricately along it.
His face twisted in confusion, lithe fingers tracing the blade. Their gaze lifted from it, fluttering along the landscape and towards the top of the looming hill and forest beyond them.
This is an absurd dream.

Xe looked back down at the dagger, and now the apparent 17 on the palm of his left hand. "What..?" They murmured, putting the dagger in the bag and attempting to wipe off the number.
However, it would not budge.

Scowling, they decided it would not be the smartest descion to stay in one spot for any amount of time. Drawing his lip between his teeth in concentration, he weighed his options.
There was a winding trail to his left, seeming to be heading downhill somewhere. And in front of him, a looming grassy hill leading into a thick pine forest. To the right was just desolate moorland.

So they chose the hill.

It seemed like the stupidest option, however, the moorland seemed to go on for miles, and the path leading downhill only gave xem the strangest, darkest vibes, and he wasn't going to deal with that.

The hill wasn't as difficult to climb as he thought, though the forest was alive with wildlife. A rabbit darted across his trail, startling them. He tried to keep a calm composure, but the forest was unsettling to say the least.

Snap.
They tried to ignore it. The apparent twig snapping, the footsteps. Don't turn around, don't turn around, don't turn around. If you ignore, it'll go away. It's just a dream. Justadreamjustadreamjustadream...whatifit'snotjustadream.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

She sprinted ahead spying a tree which had plenty of handholds for her to climb up, she scrambled up it turning around “give me your hand” she said holding it out for him to grab

Quickly catching up to the girl, Evan reached up and caught her hand, hoisting himself up into the tree. Had he been a second or two late, the rhino would had plowed him down, but luckily he was just right on time. Now that the two were high above the ground, the rhino huffed and charged right into the trunk of the tree, attempting to knock down the two humans from the tree. The entire tree rattled and shook aggressively from the consecutive hits as Evan struggled to hold onto the tree with his bat still in hand.

Please, let this nightmare end!

Fighting to keep his eyes open, he caught a glimpse of a opening within the tree that appeared big enough to a person to fit in.

“Hey!” he called to the girl, “Hurry and get inside!” he motioned with his head towards the hole.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Quickly catching up to the girl, Evan reached up and caught her hand, hoisting himself up into the tree. Had he been a second or two late, the rhino would had plowed him down, but luckily he was just right on time. Now that the two were high above the ground, the rhino huffed and charged right into the trunk of the tree, attempting to knock down the two humans from the tree. The entire tree rattled and shook aggressively from the consecutive hits as Evan struggled to hold onto the tree with his bat still in hand.

Please, let this nightmare end!

Fighting to keep his eyes open, he caught a glimpse of a opening within the tree that appeared big enough to a person to fit in.

“Hey!” he called to the girl, “Hurry and get inside!” he motioned with his head towards the hole.

She nodded and tried to edge herself to the hole, she slipped, a scream escaped her lips and one arm wrapped around the tree branch and the other flailed wildly, she looked at the guy she had just set the Rhino after with a pleading look in her eye “help. Please!” She cried