05-18-2016, 01:29 PM
It was but mere inches from her lips. Christa’s eyes fixed on it with an eager yearning. Life or death to her, had always been a matter of inches, whether it was a bullet on the battle field skimming her shoulder, or when she aimed at an enemy, and hit them straight through the heart. This was the same. Except this time, she was aiming with her teeth.
The white ivory pearls bared against the entangled copse, but there was a thinning, since the brambles became more aware of her legs, and how they meant everything to this operation. They began to numb, heavier and heavier into the ground, but Christa used them as an anchor and stowed her body’s weight all the same. She could feel the muscles of her neck and shoulders tense and wreathe with effort. The ripple of effort tore through her body, which was becoming more numb in parts. Soon the feeling would take over, and the death would be for nothing, since the vermin weeds could sense blood, and the wolf cub she had saved would be right in the thick of the turmoil again. Worse yet, Christa would be delayed days from her mission, all because the dog had hit a soft spot. Damn mongrel.
Teeth. Jaws. Neck. Reach. Christa did the best she could to extend her body, but it was hard since he plant’s arms had a good grip on her. She wouldn’t waste her breath attempting to shout help, this wasn’t the time. The time for that would be when she was dead. Her eyes brought her closer, yet her body was still pinned by the thorns. “DAAAMMMNNN!” she howled a war-cry, and immediately gained the force from her muscles, while she felt an extra burst of energy from the chorus she had sung. “I. WILL. MAKE IT.”
The woman’s declaration echoed in the empty air. Then, she found the last ounce of her energy she had spared fighting against the hell-borne brambles, and lunged forward. Her teeth snagged the silver pin easily, and with a grin, Christa yanked it, and freed the smoke from its containment, and with the act, freed herself.
The brambles bayed at once, recoiling from her flesh. Christa was too numb to feel the aftermath of pain they had left in her body, but instead, her eyes saw the pricks of blood, and the large gash in her side and scowled at the thought of what that would feel like in the morning. But the thorns didn’t win this round. Well, it was too soon to say that, since, well, she still had to make some distance between them, and if she couldn’t do it walking, she’d have an even harder time crawling with her body numb.
Quickly and carefully, Christa tested all her appendages. Her left leg worked normally, meanwhile the right was deadweight. She couldn’t stand upright, but while her arms dangled around her torso, they could at least be maneuvered to help her as her foot kicked against the ground with all the force she had. The Prime began to make her way from no-man’s land, and into the safety of some unnamed ditch. In her teeth, she dragged along the belt which carried her pistol, since she couldn’t simply hold the strap in her hands.
The toe of her combat boot dug into the ground and left a trail of blood and entrenched dirt behind her, as she quickly made her way to the wolf’s position. Christa had counted in her head, it had taken her five minutes just to get this far. No way in hell, would she escape in another five. So instead, she decided to summon a mount that would take them both away from here. And slowly, time rolled down once more.
Second ticked by, and finally the mount had taken shape. It was all Christa could think of, in such a short time, and since she couldn’t exactly move to drive a car, she figured a low to the ground carriage, with horses pulling it on her command, would be the best she could summon in this verse. It almost resembled a wheelbarrow. Time ticked by, and she could see the twine crawling once more, this time, with a vengeance, and trailing over the traces of her sweet, familiar blood. With a heave, and the twist of her ankle, Christa winced as she lifted (and partly kicked) the kit into the wheelbarrow, and then let herself fall inside.
The twine tangled around the wheels now, and followed her position, Christa could barely say, “HYAH!” in time, before they found her body again. The branch that had managed to grab her dead ankle was suddenly broken off at the tremendous speed that horses had created. Thorns still dug into her flesh, but now that the “hand” no longer was attached to the brain, it had fallen to the ground and blurred out of sight.
Christa breathed a sigh of relief and began to heal the dog’s bloody, bloody wounds, which were starting to look pretty bad, and had gotten worse over the last duration she had kept the pup waiting. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna heal you up, I’m a prime, see? It’ll be just like magic,” she assured the pup, and herself at the same time, but oddly enough in the same way that she would have spoken to her sister... With the same kind of kindness that showed even Christa had a soft-spot.
The white ivory pearls bared against the entangled copse, but there was a thinning, since the brambles became more aware of her legs, and how they meant everything to this operation. They began to numb, heavier and heavier into the ground, but Christa used them as an anchor and stowed her body’s weight all the same. She could feel the muscles of her neck and shoulders tense and wreathe with effort. The ripple of effort tore through her body, which was becoming more numb in parts. Soon the feeling would take over, and the death would be for nothing, since the vermin weeds could sense blood, and the wolf cub she had saved would be right in the thick of the turmoil again. Worse yet, Christa would be delayed days from her mission, all because the dog had hit a soft spot. Damn mongrel.
Teeth. Jaws. Neck. Reach. Christa did the best she could to extend her body, but it was hard since he plant’s arms had a good grip on her. She wouldn’t waste her breath attempting to shout help, this wasn’t the time. The time for that would be when she was dead. Her eyes brought her closer, yet her body was still pinned by the thorns. “DAAAMMMNNN!” she howled a war-cry, and immediately gained the force from her muscles, while she felt an extra burst of energy from the chorus she had sung. “I. WILL. MAKE IT.”
The woman’s declaration echoed in the empty air. Then, she found the last ounce of her energy she had spared fighting against the hell-borne brambles, and lunged forward. Her teeth snagged the silver pin easily, and with a grin, Christa yanked it, and freed the smoke from its containment, and with the act, freed herself.
The brambles bayed at once, recoiling from her flesh. Christa was too numb to feel the aftermath of pain they had left in her body, but instead, her eyes saw the pricks of blood, and the large gash in her side and scowled at the thought of what that would feel like in the morning. But the thorns didn’t win this round. Well, it was too soon to say that, since, well, she still had to make some distance between them, and if she couldn’t do it walking, she’d have an even harder time crawling with her body numb.
Quickly and carefully, Christa tested all her appendages. Her left leg worked normally, meanwhile the right was deadweight. She couldn’t stand upright, but while her arms dangled around her torso, they could at least be maneuvered to help her as her foot kicked against the ground with all the force she had. The Prime began to make her way from no-man’s land, and into the safety of some unnamed ditch. In her teeth, she dragged along the belt which carried her pistol, since she couldn’t simply hold the strap in her hands.
The toe of her combat boot dug into the ground and left a trail of blood and entrenched dirt behind her, as she quickly made her way to the wolf’s position. Christa had counted in her head, it had taken her five minutes just to get this far. No way in hell, would she escape in another five. So instead, she decided to summon a mount that would take them both away from here. And slowly, time rolled down once more.
Second ticked by, and finally the mount had taken shape. It was all Christa could think of, in such a short time, and since she couldn’t exactly move to drive a car, she figured a low to the ground carriage, with horses pulling it on her command, would be the best she could summon in this verse. It almost resembled a wheelbarrow. Time ticked by, and she could see the twine crawling once more, this time, with a vengeance, and trailing over the traces of her sweet, familiar blood. With a heave, and the twist of her ankle, Christa winced as she lifted (and partly kicked) the kit into the wheelbarrow, and then let herself fall inside.
The twine tangled around the wheels now, and followed her position, Christa could barely say, “HYAH!” in time, before they found her body again. The branch that had managed to grab her dead ankle was suddenly broken off at the tremendous speed that horses had created. Thorns still dug into her flesh, but now that the “hand” no longer was attached to the brain, it had fallen to the ground and blurred out of sight.
Christa breathed a sigh of relief and began to heal the dog’s bloody, bloody wounds, which were starting to look pretty bad, and had gotten worse over the last duration she had kept the pup waiting. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna heal you up, I’m a prime, see? It’ll be just like magic,” she assured the pup, and herself at the same time, but oddly enough in the same way that she would have spoken to her sister... With the same kind of kindness that showed even Christa had a soft-spot.
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