by Dadashi Hatake Wed Jul 01, 2009 12:39 am
Robert couldn't hear anything from where he was, a large group of crows or some black bird flew overhead; cawing and fluttering their wings. The sound was almost deafening. He couldn't even hear himself yelling at the damn things to shut up. He looked down on the ground, hoping to see footprints, but he was not by any means a skilled tracker, he liked to hunt mushrooms, not people or animals.
"Where the hell am I? Where the hell is Roxie?" he asked himself, still using his eyes to search the ground. He then spotted something, something shiny. "Roxie's watch!" he shouted, quickly scooping it up. He cleaned some of the debris off of it, then checked to see if it was still working. Luckily it was. He adjusted the leather band, and slipped it over his left wrist.
Robert decided to walk straight ahead from where he found the watch, hoping to find some other evidence of where Roxie was or had been.He was growing more and more worried as he walked, hearing strange noises, but not seeing the creatures that made them.
That however changed fast when suddenly, from the shadows, a large brownish black wolf, -snarling while bearing it's razor like teeth- appeared.
Robert quickly looked towards the beast, and was stricken with fear. A clod shiver ran down his spine, an icy cold rush seemed to slip through his body. A lump built in his throat as his mouth ran dry. He was trying to swallow, but found himself unable to do so.
The wolf stepped forward, behind it several more wolves, possibly 5 or 6, Robert wasn't exactly counting.
Robert instantly turned and started to run as fast as he could, which was about to prove foolish. The front wolf jumped and its hard front feet slammed into Robert's back, it's claws digging into his flesh, leaving small slashes on his lower back. He was knocked to the ground, his hands now scrambling for anything to defend himself. He reached a large branch and swung it 'round to catch the wolf in the side of the head, sending it rolling off of him with a yelp. Effectively buying himself a little time, Robert jumped to his feet and ran towards a tree, the wolves now fast behind him.
Robert could almost feel the teeth sinking into his legs as he ran, luckily for him, he managed to reach a tree before the wolves could ground him again. He jumped as high as he could, and grabbed a branch of the tree, quickly swinging his legs up to grab onto the tee, one leaping wolf narrowly missing the back of his leg. He managed though, and brought himself upright in the tree, now sitting safely above the beasts on the ground. He sat there in the tree, looking down at the rabid beats as they lunged upwards trying to snap at him still, but they were far from successful.
"You're one lucky bastard Rob... One lucky bastard..." he said his breaths heavy, his lungs burning, his back bleeding. He was quite bushed, but alive.