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Post by mistaphire on Apr 14, 2016 0:08:01 GMT
Cheyenne
I don't trust that fork in your tongue
or the smooth touch of your skin
The snake turned corner after corner, peeking out whenever possible. Nothing but Lost creations and stone in every direction, she'd seen no fellow creatures. Every rock looked just like the one before, and the train cars weren't much different. She let out a low hiss; she should have never trusted that squirrel.
Balanced atop a crumbling wall, she saw a glow in the distance. It was far off, but still the best thing she'd seen all day. With renewed enthusiasm, she struck out towards it as fast as she could.
The wall could not take the stress and rocks began tumbling after her. Alarmed, she slipped into a crevice to escape the avalanche, a desperate cry rising in her throat. She pulled her coils close as the stones blocked her exit and left her trapped.
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Post by mechromancer on Apr 20, 2016 3:47:19 GMT
Just follow my yellow light
And ignore all those big warning signs.  The marten had only been in the underground for a few days. Parker had found himself wandering into a cave that led down into the tunnels, and now he moseyed down the dark tunnel with his nose to the air.
He came to an area with plenty of Lost structures, and tracks- he spotted stone walls in the darkness, and a light, but what he was most interested in was the smell of what he recognized as a snake. Parker poked his nose around for some time, following the scent until he heard a rumble, crashing, and a cry of fear. Once the rubble and dust settled, he trotted over to the broken wall. Did the snake do this?
"Hello..? Is there anyone there..? Are you alright?"
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Post by mistaphire on May 18, 2016 5:57:06 GMT
Cheyenne
I don't trust that fork in your tongue
or the smooth touch of your skin
The dust was dry on her tongue and she silently cursed the squirrel and the crumbling ruin his horrid directions had led her to. Cheyenne cursed everything around her—the dirt that settled on her scales, the stones that pressed in around her, the distant patter that grew louder. All completely undeserved insults.
She was planning out her revenge on that senile old squirrel when she heard the voice. Mortified, she froze. The patter had stopped, and in its place was an unfamiliar scent. Moments passed before she realized what the voice had said. Someone knew she was there! She moved closer to the presence.
“Yes, hello! I’m in rather an unfortunate situation. I’m…” She huffed past her pride. “I’m stuck. Could you help me?”
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