She sank down and lay there. “My life is over” she moaned. Then she heard something. It was Take. “Yup Take I can hear you” She shouted.
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“Hello?” She whimpered “Maybe it was all an illusion.”
Haddie hopped around, stuffing her face with as many locusts as she could eat. She hadn't been this full in months.
(I’m leaving him open for someone else to run into him XD it’s just been us for a while)
Yup I agree. It can just be a figment of her imagination
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(Wow giant spelling error.
*oblivious)
Cam rubbed her eyes.
There was a perfect circle of trees, well lit. A patch of sky illuminated it, unhindered by the marauding locusts.
Could be a force field or something.
I don't care. I'm going in. It's less spooky than the rest of this forest.
Cam shoved her way through.
Tranquil. Qu- "Hey! Is anybody out there?"
Was that the pink haired kid?
Rylie stumbled in as well, Haddie not far behind. (I'm just gonna assume she's near them)
"I'm here!" she offered, waving.
*oblivious)
Why aren't those trees eaten already?
Cam rubbed her eyes.
There was a perfect circle of trees, well lit. A patch of sky illuminated it, unhindered by the marauding locusts.
Could be a force field or something.
I don't care. I'm going in. It's less spooky than the rest of this forest.
Cam shoved her way through.
Tranquil. Qu- "Hey! Is anybody out there?"
Was that the pink haired kid?
Rylie stumbled in as well, Haddie not far behind. (I'm just gonna assume she's near them)
"I'm here!" she offered, waving.
Take turned in direction of the female voice. It was the dark complected girl from before. He waved and started making his way towards her.
He started to think about how he hadn’t seen Kipp or Blair in a while. He scratched his bare-chest, remembering that Blair still had his shirt.
If something happens to her, I probably won’t get my shirt back.
Haddie waddled after Cam. She seemed to have found something. She let out a burp, shifted into a wolf, and kept snapping at lingering locusts. She stopped mid snap as she saw what Cam had found. Why doesn't he have a shirt on? Not that I'm complaining... Also, what human eats locusts? Other that me, of course.
The incessant buzzing hum of wings was the only noise Blair could make out, other then a scream or two. She stared at the bugs, her breath catching in her throat. That...is a lot of bugs.
She turned on her heel, following the fleeing group into the woods. I rather fight killer trees then be eaten alive, thank you very much.
Branches shredded her ankles, ripping at her face so harshly she could taste blood snaking down from her cheek, yet she didn't stop.
Until she realized she was alone.
A looming wall of branches encased her, trapping her inside. "Guys?" Her tone was tentative, soft. "Hey, guys?!"
No answer.
She was alone.
She snarled harshly, pulling at a branch, but it only wove tighter. She looked upward. The sky was darkening rapidly, and only then did anxiety set in.
She looked back to the wall of branches, and with no warning to herself, launched herself onto it. Gritting her teeth, she hauled herself up a step.
And another. And another. Her arms and legs ached already, desperately clinging to the branches to hold herself. Her foot slipped, her balance faltering as a yelp escaped her lips, her heart thundering in her chest. She scrambled for a hold, her fingers rapidly slipping away from the branch.
She fell. She didn't fall hard or all that far, but it was far enough for her to let out a snarl of anger. She spat profanity's at the branches, words that probably would have frightened her father.
She growled softly, sitting back after her tyrade, staring at the wall. "How am I going to get out of here?" She hissed, scrambling to her feet. "I have. To. Get. Out!" She punctuated each word with a mighty kick at the trees, yet it did no good, only left her foot throbbing. "TAKE! KIPP! KYLE! SOMEONE!?" She yelled at the top of her lungs, desperate.
She turned around, looking around the encloser for anyway out. She paused. A girl with thick, long dark hair and soft brown eyes stood in the middle of the space. "Who are you?" Blair narrowed her eyes, her tone low.
"You don't know who I am?" The girls voice was a thick French accent, her tone sad.
Blair recognized her the instant the words left her mouth. She recognized the thick French accent, the soft brown hair and light skin, her dark eyes. "No. You aren't...you aren't her. Isabelle lives in London, now. She left me. Who are you?!"
The girl came closer, her eyes soft. "Blair..." She sighed heavily. "Trust me, alright? I am here for you." Her gaze flickered up to the wall. "You have to get out of here. Find your friends."
"I can't!" Blair snarled, taking a step back. "Get away from me. Get away from me now!"
"Blair, please—"
"No!" Her voice held a canine like snarl, her eyes flashing as her back hit the wall.
"Stop this now!" The girl came up close to her, her dark eyes no longer soft and gentle, but harsh and demanding. "This is not the Blair Connor I used to know. The Blair Connor I know is not afraid of anything. Including herself. You cannot let what you are control you anymore, Blair. Because it is not what you are. It's who." She paused, her voice softening. "You are the wolf, and the wolf is you. You have to believe in that, believe in yourself. Stop fearing yourself, yeah?"
Blair stared at her, her hands trembling. "I c-can't," she whimpered, shrinking away. "I c-can't control it anymore, the wolf side of me. It...it takes control and I can't stop it, I can't stop it from controlling me."
"Then make it! And I know you can, because it is you. It isn't 'the wolf', Blair, love, it's you. There is no seperation between you and 'the wolf'. There is no such thing as 'the wolf'. There is only you. Can you believe in that?"
"I—"
"No. Close your eyes. Close your eyes and believe."
Shaking head to toe, Blair dared to snap her eyes shut. I guess...I believe what she says? No. I believe what Isabelle is saying. I do. I. Do. Believe.
Then there was silence.
Her eyes snapped open. The wall and Isabelle were gone, as if they were never there. "What?.." She spun around, blinking. "Was it a dream?" She muttered to herself. The situation had been entirely horrifying and confusing.
What ever...I have to find Kipp and Take.
Spinning on her foot, she took off into the woods at a random direction.
She turned on her heel, following the fleeing group into the woods. I rather fight killer trees then be eaten alive, thank you very much.
Branches shredded her ankles, ripping at her face so harshly she could taste blood snaking down from her cheek, yet she didn't stop.
Until she realized she was alone.
A looming wall of branches encased her, trapping her inside. "Guys?" Her tone was tentative, soft. "Hey, guys?!"
No answer.
She was alone.
She snarled harshly, pulling at a branch, but it only wove tighter. She looked upward. The sky was darkening rapidly, and only then did anxiety set in.
She looked back to the wall of branches, and with no warning to herself, launched herself onto it. Gritting her teeth, she hauled herself up a step.
And another. And another. Her arms and legs ached already, desperately clinging to the branches to hold herself. Her foot slipped, her balance faltering as a yelp escaped her lips, her heart thundering in her chest. She scrambled for a hold, her fingers rapidly slipping away from the branch.
She fell. She didn't fall hard or all that far, but it was far enough for her to let out a snarl of anger. She spat profanity's at the branches, words that probably would have frightened her father.
She growled softly, sitting back after her tyrade, staring at the wall. "How am I going to get out of here?" She hissed, scrambling to her feet. "I have. To. Get. Out!" She punctuated each word with a mighty kick at the trees, yet it did no good, only left her foot throbbing. "TAKE! KIPP! KYLE! SOMEONE!?" She yelled at the top of her lungs, desperate.
She turned around, looking around the encloser for anyway out. She paused. A girl with thick, long dark hair and soft brown eyes stood in the middle of the space. "Who are you?" Blair narrowed her eyes, her tone low.
"You don't know who I am?" The girls voice was a thick French accent, her tone sad.
Blair recognized her the instant the words left her mouth. She recognized the thick French accent, the soft brown hair and light skin, her dark eyes. "No. You aren't...you aren't her. Isabelle lives in London, now. She left me. Who are you?!"
The girl came closer, her eyes soft. "Blair..." She sighed heavily. "Trust me, alright? I am here for you." Her gaze flickered up to the wall. "You have to get out of here. Find your friends."
"I can't!" Blair snarled, taking a step back. "Get away from me. Get away from me now!"
"Blair, please—"
"No!" Her voice held a canine like snarl, her eyes flashing as her back hit the wall.
"Stop this now!" The girl came up close to her, her dark eyes no longer soft and gentle, but harsh and demanding. "This is not the Blair Connor I used to know. The Blair Connor I know is not afraid of anything. Including herself. You cannot let what you are control you anymore, Blair. Because it is not what you are. It's who." She paused, her voice softening. "You are the wolf, and the wolf is you. You have to believe in that, believe in yourself. Stop fearing yourself, yeah?"
Blair stared at her, her hands trembling. "I c-can't," she whimpered, shrinking away. "I c-can't control it anymore, the wolf side of me. It...it takes control and I can't stop it, I can't stop it from controlling me."
"Then make it! And I know you can, because it is you. It isn't 'the wolf', Blair, love, it's you. There is no seperation between you and 'the wolf'. There is no such thing as 'the wolf'. There is only you. Can you believe in that?"
"I—"
"No. Close your eyes. Close your eyes and believe."
Shaking head to toe, Blair dared to snap her eyes shut. I guess...I believe what she says? No. I believe what Isabelle is saying. I do. I. Do. Believe.
Then there was silence.
Her eyes snapped open. The wall and Isabelle were gone, as if they were never there. "What?.." She spun around, blinking. "Was it a dream?" She muttered to herself. The situation had been entirely horrifying and confusing.
What ever...I have to find Kipp and Take.
Spinning on her foot, she took off into the woods at a random direction.
After several minutes of running, her breath coming in ragged gasps, she spotted a figure in the trees, a figure that could only be Take with the light pink hair. "Take!" She could stop her elated yell as she saw him and Cam, slowing as she approached. "Oh, thank goodness I found you guys. Where's Kipp?"
“Great. I never should have come into this dumb forest” Ellie said angrily
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