strange places

actually @ haunted wood, which is nearer to RHC... than her former haunt. @elwood ...MATURE FOR LANGUAGE I lol'd at this post.

Her previous couple of days had been unproductive in the scheme of things (that being, how her days had typically went when she was a pack wolf). She slept a lot, which was great given the month of travel she'd done... and the forest Tiger had found was safe enough; she had found a place that kept her undisturbed by any walk of life. The food was good, too; that deer that she had spotted eventually did keel over, and she had her way with it and even got the liver. Tiger lived like a queen the past couple of days... but she also knew that the past couple of weeks had been luck alone. Also, the Blackthorn was as social as they came. Now, she felt lonely. She had no one to tell about her great naps, and so her cool bachelor-living life got old quick.

Tiger began to drift again. Her mission to find her sister had fallen to the back-burner for the time, knowing the odds were really stacked against her. Determined though she was, Tiger could on occasion be a realist when it came to life or death... and knew that her own nomadic-for-the-cause-of-finding-frog-lifestyle was alright in waves. Well, once Tiger found her, she could settle for good... but in the meantime, it was time to find new digs.

Her thoughts really got her lost. She blinked and realized she had traveled miles and miles from the forest she had inhabited before. Oh, shit, she muttered, realizing just how creepy this place was. That kind of stuff wasn't lost on her. Her previous pack loved to tell horror stories that would keep others anchored to their campy land, and you know how they always started? Not with pine trees, but goddamn bare-naked oak trees and their spindly, thinner brothers and sisters of other deciduous variety... in the dark...

Tiger probably wasn't the first in this horror movie to die, but she'd be damned if she was to die at all, and so she sprinted at mock two, eyes wide. She was a bat out of hell. Her strides were long and her progress was great, up until she managed to trip over a root in the process, BITCH GET UP, BITCH GEEETT UP, COME ON, YOU CAN GET UP... as the brain-conceived-murderer literally waddled at the pace of a slug toward her... oh, but you know how it goes; she was stunned for a minute, got up sort of slowly, fell again (god that was a hard fall) (SHE COULDN'T DO IT, SHE COULDN'T GET UP, BY GOD WAS THAT BREATHING SHE HEARD, THAT HEAVY BREATHING...) and turned, blinking into the eerie light behind her, seeing a blurry figure as her vision swam and bellowing out a FUCK OFFFFF, in her haze...

It was just a tree, and she stared at it as her eyes cleared letting out a laugh, her relief palpable. Everyone knew the idiot to trip was going to die, and SHE MADE IT.