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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2017 11:31 pm
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. Round 4: Bats All, Folks! . The party moves through the woods, quietly chattering and whispering. Sticks snap underneath their hooves; leaves crunch and crackle. The group isn't really on a trail; while the underbrush isn't too thick, this is definitely off the beaten path. The woods grow darker- the stars seem further away, and the thick canopy hides many of them- and the noises of the night become less and less familiar. You can't hear the fire's gentle crackle anymore. Something barks and howls in the distance- are there wolves in this forest? Every tree seems to be reaching for you with thorny claws; jagged bark looks like grimacing mouths, and you find yourself wishing for just a bit more light...
Suddenly, your guide stops. "Shh," she hisses. "Something's... something's near. Do you feel it?"
And then the sky explodes with high-pitched squeaks. A swarm of bats, hundreds strong, floods out of the trees. Flashlights bounce off of gleaming eyes in the sky as they swoop in a dark ribbon, darting through the trees with dancers' elegance. One lands on a shrub near you and shows you its shiny white teeth in a silent scream of batty indignity before launching into the night again.
You shouldn't have stopped here. This is bat country.
You... A.) Panic! B.) Attempt to flee. C.) Drop to the ground- the lower the better. D.) Charge in the direction the cloud came from- surely there's not more of them?
Please bold your choice at the top of your post and don't forget the RP!
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Scaramouche Fandango Crew
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2017 11:53 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 3:42 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 5:31 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 5:44 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 6:31 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 7:32 am
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C.) Drop to the ground- the lower the better.
The further the group got into the woods, the less starlight and open space there was to see. The bobbing lights from the Phonies that had brought some sort of flashlight or lamp made Rising Sign a little more disoriented than they had before, especially now that the trees were getting closer together and she had no stars to align herself by. She moved closer to the Phonies around her, bumping against their legs as she glanced this way and that.
They came to a halt as one, but soon chaos erupted. Shrill screeching filled the air along with the sound of dozens of tiny wings. Bats! The surprise of it all startled her more than the creatures themselves, but when one flashed its fangs at her in a rather irritated manner, Rising Sign let out a little screech of her own and threw herself on the ground, hooves covering her head. A heavy leg covered her a bit as well and she peeked up to see Draft pulling her closer to keep the little creatures away from her. While in most cases she'd be offended, right now she was thankful for the larger Phony's protection.
"Thanks," she said weakly, pressing against his side a little more.
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